Poet Introduction Written since the womb, to inevitably, falling in the tomb. 'Love is natural and real.' Some singer they call Morrissey (also the name of my ex feral wild(e) cat as it happens). Wifette Uma, Diwali Duchess Poetess, is my muse and lighthouse.
The world will one day fade Skies be packed away Assembled in some other universe. The last bell will clink off a cliff; Chime (kneeled) knell in cup of sea. On oak shelves Libraries will borrow time From a circle of trees. In the beginning was all things wood.
It was silence, mountain rain Siren song timbres, poetry Which brought us here. Point on the horizon, so distance Fathomed unimaginable, until The sun cut through the ocean. We sail our ship o’er dry land.