Dear girl... Darlin...look down
Examine your pale little arms...
Swallows weave and twist like mad acrobats
Flying around the English steeples...
Everlasting ( F P C D )
9:51 am on Mar 3, 2015...
Why did I go to war mum?
Why did I ride away...
Weathering a storm
An opportunity to transform...
Poetry is the food of the soul,
A message from the subconscious...
Near the shoreline, where furious waves
meet the sand, a red crab - with a strong claw...
Lift your head dear one,
Pick yourself up and walk...
Only now
Have I realized...
Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls...
At night
I look at the sky...
Lucy
a hand-ful of skill...