the keyboard speaks
and I am silent
but we are joined
at the fingertips.

salad days seem far off
more snow on its way
a white future foretold

and who knows maybe last summer
was indeed your last
as it was for countless folk.

Red warnings and yellow too
red a favourite
my moustache and beard
now turning white
colour to signify WIND
danger to life
yellow warning
disruption to normal life
what's that? a walk down the yellow brick road. (wearing red shoes)

simplicity within complexity
flexible within discovery

such intimacy
each atom
lovingly cherished

you wish to be away from here
to find yourself the other-side of mortality
cradled within The Sacred Heart
to be eternally complete
in union with your lover.