Didactic it ....
Maybe.
What I write, is never seen.
By my love.
As romance they say, is only... for, the young.
It's very intense, and short...,, lived !
Screensaver ...
My life's, on hold.
While poetic, dreamy spires.
Tell tales, of wistful,and long forgotten..... desires .
Perhaps, I only live, the night.
For
There's no horizon, to see.
No goals, to achieve.
The worlds asleep, and...
I watch on, tenderly.
A missive, of what I used to be.
And where, I once
Was.
Giajl © Jim Love