Daylight floods past the curtain edges
Over the ceiling and lightens the room
Never the harsh clear light of the African sky
No the mellower hazy light of England
Yet as I lay in bed and feel, I soar and fly.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Daylight floods past the curtain edges
Over the ceiling and lightens the room
Never the harsh clear light of the African sky
No the mellower hazy light of England
Yet as I lay in bed and feel, I soar and fly.