Emotions, Nil By Mouth, Nor Any Passed ....
Within the darkness .
You were my light.
And now...
I'll dream, and, not ......know.
Alcohol, fuelled thoughts.
That turn to dust, spread, on the wind.
Though, no mere squall, is this .....
for Coriolis, has spoken.
What, with the dawn, remains.... still fresh ?
Or muddied by, a forgotten taste.
T'was you, who said goodbye.
But by deed, and.....
Not
By word....
Giajl © Jim Love