Jul 2014
You were dreaming half asleep
As we drove to France
Eyelashes in a clotted purple trance,
And you asked me as the birds came down in crowds
“Arthur, are they hills or are they clouds?”
As we drove to France
Eyelashes in a clotted purple trance,
And you asked me as the birds came down in crowds
“Arthur, are they hills or are they clouds?”
one of my favourite memories of all time
