night nurse
As a moth
I have only the testimony
To confess an insanity
While held captive
By your light
I have only the testimony
To confess an insanity
While held captive
By your light
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
1 Comments:
a warm and deep peace in these lovely words,
Simon Baxter, Maidenhead
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