Monthly Archives: July 2018

To my

heart’s desire

made my way,

found home was

a house

built of clay.

From her song

I’ll not break away,

until home

is dust

here I’ll stay.

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Time stretches

east to west,

sea from here

to heaven.

Solitude can take

the years,

leave with me

one of seven.


You search

for song

of one bird,

among

wild birds

there are

many.


Onto back,

turned and

onto back again;

Heading for

the edge

of the world,

don’t walk

so far

you fall

off the edge

of my dream.


A hiraeth is a homesickness: spring waiting with a cure.