I thought about Norfolk and Norfolk folk,
And Norfolk bricks and the Norfolk coast,
I thought of winds in a hollow dune and waveless seas
Where the heat washed a breeze -
Into a summer fret!

Where hawking gulls who balance by
point towards straight roads at sunrise
Where the hillocks fall down to
The summer's edge

In the wash of the Gibraltar flats
Reflected fractions of a perfect sky
Form blue pools in the heated sand
The stuff of dreams
That Norfolk
Land

He was my story
My history
My line
My love...
He was all things.

A tingle mingles my heart
As I drive to his door
Switch off the engine
Alight
And enter his dream.

He laughs, coughs and sniffs.
Toking on his cigarette.
Pink, his flesh, soft, unbroken
Armoured for life in youth
Ready
Gentle
Genuine

He stretches
Away the sleep
He always had.
Crumpled bedding
And crazy hair!
We share, a smile
Him and I.

I touch his life
I gave him
He smiled...So many times my way, the child
The man !
Crazy crazy love
Still there