To write up the memories
I need to seek
The meaning of his dream
What did he seem
As he told of the flood waters
The sun is breaking through
From the East
I think of you, leaving the South
Coming home, to be together
We had a good weekend, but yes
You would have made it better
Sun on the mid-morning motorway
Sun on the hillside road to Corte-Real
Sun, and our Portuguese love affair
 |
| Available for Kindle - Click Here |