30 April 2012
Sound of the rain
Tickling across a warm duvet.
Sampled foods and giggling gluttony.
Hand held without cause nor reason
New places, old books
And a chair more padded
Than my backside
Fresh bread and fresh sheets.
You between them.
A sense of awe and otherness
An overseeing eye catching you
At the high points of your life
Cheese on toast and a hopeful heart
With these we will survive
Small Things & Hopeful Heart • Opuss № I