Room

Take me to a time when nothing hurts

Or when noise is distanced by sky

Drift me Wind to treeless fields of red earth  grass

To sit and feel the spinning planet

Falling through infinite eons

Let me be lost 

Oceans away from falling waters

Nowhere near misty ridges

Years away from Sunday singing valleys

Let rain be whipped across uncombed hair

As neighs and hooves explode in wilder

A time when nothing hurts like being alone

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

Was this time English? Or even more probably Welsh? Stunning whatever the location in time or place.

[Seshat Nidaba]

This felt to me like romantic poetry meets some kind of quasi-environmental message. I definately sense some ecological sensitivity here.

[Ladysue]

this is so beautiful sad. flows so smoothly. you have expressed this with great yearning and with great phrasing...

[emmajoy]

Ohhhh .. that's so beautiful tho sad, sad, sad in a gentle way. Somehow, through line upon line you've made the hurt of being alone seem almost worth having and yet, how can it be, it can't - just can't.

'Drift me Wind to treeless fields of red earth grass ~ To sit and feel the spinning planet ~ Falling through infinite eons.. ..'

'Sunday singing valleys ..' great lines because those valleys fill then fade ..