Black dress sweeps the floor
Crows wings settling from flight
Watching through tears she holds a candle
As she did for nights he spent at sea
Days passed they blended ~ she didn’t feel the wax
As it burnt against her skin
Was he now a ghost ~ or was she
Heavy rain cloud above
Tip of an iceberg
Train track unknowingly derailed
I lack resilience
It’s the cardboard box that’s placed
Not the time capsule to be opened
A certain day, a definite year
Knowing the outcome
Just…. not when
rumbling across the conveyor
no throw them out
the cafe staff
have a nice day..have a nice day
possibly no wifi
living in a tree
how shall I cope?
get over it and enjoy?
So I may be off the air altogether.
Mumma penguin not a happy girl this morning, in fact I think she took herself back to England and the War.. 😦
I am trying to just let it be and swing through those tree tops..or possibly not..
Try not to miss me ya’all.