There’s a hill ....
Off,
somewhere, far away.
Or maybe,
it’s a dusty plain,
or even, a lonely .....
Rocky beach.
I know not, of which.
For I struggle, with a dream.
That I, once ......had.
And, I wonder.
Would satin shimmer
As a conch shell, blew.
Or, as a bugle played, its lonesome ..,,,,,
Lullaby.
My feelings for you,
are more, than words.
They are of, my soul.
And,
they rest upon
Kolōnos...
Giajl © Jim Love