Time is so brief I fear
In which to have you near
Your work extends you so
And I love you so dear
Our work is all one though
Whichever path we go
A labour without peer
To set the stage aglow
Pursue dramatic art?
Sounds grand – but that’s our part.
Years ago I used to feel
Cut off from the human race
Defiant though, I’d say “The deal
Is this – ...
Gulls weave against grey sky
Winter daylight starts to die
Tree lights wink: wind is cold...