Friday, 8 June 2018

From the edge of the world ...



I see his last years in my dreams - 

He sits in his chair like a forgotten king - 

To my shame, I avoid his gaze - 

Yet that week, I held his poor hands - 

He looked at me from the the edge of the world where he then stood - 

I told him that I loved him - 

I know you do he said - 


I know that one day I'll stand where he stood - 

I'll hear the voices I love at the edge of the world - 

My poor hands will be held - 

The world will slip away from me - 

My chair will be my last throne - 


12.53
Friday 8 June 2018

The Old School House 
East Stoke 
Dorset 




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