The arms of the ocean
When the arms of the cold empty ocean are my only consoling caress, and the wide open sky encircled by …
Tag: Jim Loft
The Last Drop
Never want to leave that sunset Value every single ray Though the brightness of the sunshine Spent its youth and …
A hundred hearts
If I had a hundred hearts, I’d give them all to you, And if I had a hundred more, They’d …
No falling tears
Each day a knife walk, life and death, Step left to die or right to breath. My time will come …
The things I have lost
Roaring flames of treasure blaze Sparked by distant memory days Of pirate ships and ferns for spears Of splashing streams like …
Spring Clean
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …