Last nights….
I lay, naked…..
Whilst thinking, of you.
It’s a long time, since.
I was….. happy!
Where the laugher, touched my heart,
and the company.
Touched, my soul……
Where mornings,
brought, no dread,
Of yesterdays…..
No happiness for me.
Paratroopers don’t…..
We are the prey!
Hunted, by all.
Friend and foe, alike!
Always, misunderstood …..
Sometimes, I ran too fast.
And women, couldn’t ,catch …..me!
Old fears, and fresh tears.
Cry!
Ever after.
Sometimes it’s the passion!
And how it’s dealt with.
While, I dream….
And
Wishes, always fail…..
Giajl © Jim Love