No more calls No more late nights It’s just a fog in my head My eyes swollen and burning My chest is long and empty No hunger, no yearning No one owed us anything in this life Not even a goodbye
Go to sleep and hope for the snow. Wake up late and find a storm. It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields. Horses came through, but none drew near. Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth. Clawing…
Beautiful Scarborough Peaceful in the spring Castles and history are found Sweet memories are made May 2018 Scarborough, UK.
Travels to York Minster. May 2018.