Saturday, 3 December 2022

Bright hours falling from the sky ...



I saw clouds and sky through the lantern roof - 

Ken sat near me, almost made of air - 

 Last night, I'd held his hand - 

We remembered the apple trees around the lake - 

The underground city - 

The white columns above the sea -

Moonrise -

Memory had held us close - 

I'd looked up to see stars through the roof -

Bright hours falling from the sky - 






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