That ideal relationship, just out of reach, The kind that all the songs and prophets preach, Have I just got scales in my eyes? Stopped seeing the best, the love in the guy, Has it just got layered in dust, Melded down with layers of rust, I assume that I know all there is to… Continue reading The kind that all the songs and prophets preach.
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 