O’er the sea on the mistthe voices call to my heartthe lights floating crest upon crestdimmed in the crash of its rocky…
I wish I could turn back the clockand start again.Or even better,become a different personwith a different life.
Spring, the flowers bloom and the days are longer
We had a passionate love that was out of control,addictive,painful yet full of pleasure…
Our love is wetpaint dripping,making rainbowsbetween the clouds.
© Jacqueline Ann 2020