Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
My Love
In the everywhere of my heart
The start and ending of each day
Were the day ever to have but two kisses
Then let them be mine
My love
One, light upon my waking
Taking that sweetness into my morning
The last into my sleep
My Love
So that I might dream deep into your eyes
Then where ar...
Sunday 24th March 2019 3:05 pm
Forgotten in the Attic
Forgotten in the Attic
Old clothes in the attic
Yesterday’s peacock feathers
Indigo, blue and red
Faded profusion in the darkness
High In the loft that’s above our bed
Long gone twills and corduroy
Neatly folded in their creases
Neatly folded where they lay
All in pretty layers of their day
Brown brogues in the attic
Tinsel and baubles on the tree
Indi...
Sunday 24th March 2019 10:12 am
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