It's out..............a cry so sharp, a wail so thin, it could strip wallpaper.
A sash window open.........admitting a draft as biting as Colmans bright, yellow mustard.
A loss unbearable.
A dream with the beauty of dawn-breaking relief and certainty
It's gone.
For now........
Until the physical scars surface on hands that belong to a young boy













2008-07-23 @ 21:34