You do not have to be
, good or bad, for stolen time
conducts the hours in delicate
arbitration
My skin always looks clearest
after I’ve been laid of
Leaving all the toxins
Behind.
This one, the girl unpinning her hair
do I hold the picture this way or that?
a child wields the star
oblivion,
The world grew much bigger
But colder, dull and empty
Of that special joy that
Can only come to those
Children who believe….
Your empty shoulders as
I whisper silent words of
Love and longing in your
Lonely, unadorned ear….
i met you at the heather-field trying to sing sunday girl as loud as
possible without scaring the neighbours and the people all in the field