my rose



I miss my girl

our dance in the dark

across the grass

the winter wind

 all blowing hair

with small hands waving

 and eyes my colour

 looking back at me

with love

 and loss

 and laughter

a homage not a haiku

Glorious Espinho

Palace of light without the palace

Fizzing trumpeting wind blown sea shattering sword of love and all embracing

joy of God and out of the depths I cried to you

O Light

Glorious Espinho