I moved between the worlds
I sat silently

and watched

sweet wine
of yester year
I held and swam with the vine

A jig saw

just a hiddden dream

shunning life,

A brilliant scream!

sowing a knitted plasma

pearl,plain,pearl,plain

of needles held
of surely sane

of trodden toes

hands grieve for the meal

of solid mortar
the bricks so placed

spitting sores
squezzed to be humbly laced

Not what in our past
shall bring such great reveal

but a future
of Seams

I swim beneath
windswept plaines

Or I fly so timley
yet
broken to my knees

For all I U give

Let there be careing

some just unhinged

within the clasp

Eternal shining

for ever

AT

LAST


xx
Soph