From my window
black sea glistens
like mollusc skin
From my window
black sky,
light so fickle
it implodes.
Why walk in dreams
when you can fly?
It’s taken half a lifetime
to devise and revise
the burnt out patterns
of a haunted fate.
From my window
black sea glistens
like mollusc skin
From my window
black sky,
light so fickle
it implodes.
Why walk in dreams
when you can fly?
It’s taken half a lifetime
to devise and revise
the burnt out patterns
of a haunted fate.
