A place to laugh.
A broken floor.
Memories of my
Belonging flow like water across
Sand, slow and dirty, sinking away.
Life has long been different and the
Fields I once wandered now lie withered and
I cannot remember.
A missing lover.
But, would you rather?
Distant birds circle above
Me. Once I was raised among them, now I watch them through my
For a City built of dreams,
Heaven has been good to me, in its way.
I apologise for putting you all through that. Decent rhythm is not one of my many talents. Inspiration strikes at will however!