For the first time I see the blue sky, For the first time I hear the blackbird sing, For the first time I smell the…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Category: Joy
Yes, there are many people But they’re not you And yes, they are beautiful But they’re not you They may be good company But they’re…
There where the grey mountain Holds its head against the sky There lies my heart in joy There where the wanton sea Its waves against…
A hunger For life Invades My being And leaves my soul Filled With wonder 26/09/1998