I went to sleep in the stranger’s bed
And woke needing to pee.
Not knowing where the light was
Nor wanting to wake her.
Well,
Wanting to wake her…but.
Through the curtains
Could see the stars
Sow stars
Sow that light across this universe
This brief moment of time
Across the darkness
Light my way
Be my light
Don’t let me stumble.
But she wakes
And as she watches my return
Know now
This means more to me
Than the light
Of our one lonely star.
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Thanks John – away for a couple of days but will take a butcher’s on my return!
Love.
The poor lad!
This one’s a real beauty.
‘Tis
Paul has really outdone himself with this one. It paints the most lovely of pictures.
He has hasn’t he Michelle!
Had to read it twice. Beautiful prose.
Cheers.
Outstanding – that last stanza is just perfect. Really like the title – inspired so visual.
glad you liked it – Ma Fightback went a bit gooey when she read it. Had to buy her an ice cream.
What a beautiful story contained in flowing prose. I love this! Always a surprise.
Thanks Debra – yep he’s in a slushy mood at the moment
That was beautiful.
So perfectly lovely a poem…and to juxtapose this with the Chairman Mao sausage. Classic.
Thanks – this isn’t just thrown together! (ahem….)