My grandpa Words he gave To me once upon a full moon “Son” he said “When you go into this life” “Remember, that love is a language “ “So find, my son, find someone” “Who speaks your language “ “So you don’t have to translate your soul” Hmmm.
It’s back My unwanted friend Reminding me I’m alone again Darkness Woke me out of my sleep I’m under attack You invade my dreams It is back The heaviness Feeling of impending doom I don’t know what to do.
On A Broken Landscape There Is A Little Moor With Sentinels And Their Shadows On A Sun Washed Floor Now If You Turn That Landscape And Go Across The Heath Youll Find A Mosaic Of Colour Under Leaf