Gift

 

 

It’s 4.m.

the sky’s a silver

shade of grey

 

swallow’s clatter

in the eaves, my mind

is somewhere far

 

from sleep:

I think of you.

 

It isn’t true

that I don’t care,

it’s just that ‘’life’’

 

took over

way back there

we lost our link

 

I broke away.

 

It’s 4a.m.

the sky’s so light

how could I sleep

 

my head it aches

I fear the future

like an empty drum

 

it bangs it’s

tune.

 

It isn’t true

that I don’t care,

I look at you

 

all radiant with

your golden hair

your Angel closely

 

intertwined:

I’m wishing

all the wonder

 

life can find

wrapped up

in diamond

 

wedding twine

I’m sending

all my love

 

to you.

 

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