Now Hollow Are
If you've ever .....
stopped, for a smoke.
On a two way range.
Or, waxed philosophical.
Under tracer ......filled stars.
While Navigating minefields.
In the pitch dark, of night.
There is a bond, with the blackness.
That creeps upon your soul.
Crushing the colour.....
From
Your eyes.
Giajl © Jim Love