husband (Remove filter)
Days That Have No Anchor
Though we have explored
all there is to travel
I still turn to you in awe
Those wondrous eyes
still cause my blood to race
On cruel and foggy days
all jagged nerves
and withered spirit
you lose your gravity
drifting again
on days that have no anchor
And if I must, I’ll do it tenderly
hold you through the waves
of heaving sobs
clutch your trembling hand
and we’ll fathom
the house ...
Wednesday 13th December 2023 5:37 pm
Recent Comments
LEON STOLGARD on Developed and delivered miracle ( Otis )
4 minutes ago
marj curry on buy weed & cocaine in San Miguel de Allende Telegram(@daxywood47) or snap(@daxywood47)
7 minutes ago
Hélène on Letting Go
2 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on BUCKET LIST
6 hours ago
John Coopey on BUCKET LIST
7 hours ago
branwell kent on BUCKET LIST
16 hours ago
Marla Joy on THE SINKING SLEEP
21 hours ago
Auracle on Everything but the truth
1 day ago
Graham Sherwood on Everything but the truth
1 day ago
Dewi Runtuwene on Fades
1 day ago