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 a covering of rust I assume that I know all there is to… Continue reading Out in the mist?
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery
Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 