Thursday, 27 July 2017

Missing Presumed Lost

If the weather brings on cloudy
And the skies scream black and blue
When birds have taken to the trees
I’ll write my letters home to you

When the storm winds rap my window
I’ll put some driftwood on my fire
Watching movies in those ember screens
Devouring thorn tips on the brier

I'll keep writing ‘til the fading light
Has drained the colours from the day
Then sleep the downpour into dreams
Until the sun brings more to say

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