waltz
dance dance dance
the sacred night
the birds asleep
no einstein light
william blake
Olive Oil too
we ascend into heaven
like all saints do
mom mom mom
immaculate
no no sun
awake not yet
all wrapped up
in a funeral shroud
by the cliché river
where olivier bowed
Another great piece Tim. “Ascend into heaven like all saint do” great line. You inspire me to start writing again
excellent.
Thanks, Mobius.
I love this one, too. It’s not easy to be this quiet.
Thanks, Richard.