Grace knows
Grace knows...
I'm not the man
you thought...
It feels as though I'm drowning in this darkness;
the latest apocalypse...
I often wonder,
generally around 2.00 am...
Looking down I see him
With his dimples and curls...
A hint of sunlight teases my hollow eyes;
for a few minutes, I am ok, content...
The leaves are stiff
with winter’s breath...
I share my words with those who speak
I offer silence to those who do not...
Yes, you have the power
But it's based on money and lies...
On the morn of 14th October 1881
with a light wind that was blowing...
Standing I stood on the cliff
looking out across the sea...
dark as a shadow
moving in the night...