Nov 30, 2020
The island in the distance
It speaks of quite times;
Of lonely nights and moonlight
Where lovers’ arms entwine.
O’ mighty sea be gentle.
Let wind restrain your power.
For my true love will be waiting,
Past lives as a journalist, PR poseur and commercial slave. Now an aged teetotaller, cyclist, enthusiastic musician and painter. Certified writing addict.
Past lives as a journalist, PR poseur and commercial slave. Now an aged teetotaller, cyclist, enthusiastic musician and painter. Certified writing addict.
