Well to my self a story to be told. For ever my name shell be said in dark days and light, when ever it shell rain and forever more.
When it is free and you are caught, that light shell darken and your soul shell weep my soul shell soar, then you will be saved and be for ever sold.
THE WINTER DREAM.
To look, To see the dark and the cold, To frost to sleet so cold, so cold alone for ever. The quite so alone, confusion an conundrum to be lost, cold and never found So cold.
So much a like the quite before the storm, cold and drawn, to wait and feel the pain seep, seep into your core and feel all harden awaiting the sun.
To feel the blessed warmth to feel the release of the cold, The loneliness release.
DOGGY TAILS AND ALL.
The wagging, the sqiggling the wiggling and the lovely o so lovely love that they bring.
So my little doggys that bring so much love and the soft fur of my small and funny doggies.
I will add more later, until then sweet dreams.
YOU ARE READING
What ever there is.Poetry in my thoughts.
Poetrythank you and i will continue i will be slow if you want to do a good job, just like life and work and for all a joyful slumber.
