WITHOUT YOU
Silence, in a morning’s misery
Of wasted loves and dying moons,
A headache of light’s truth to come;
The pain of disappearing dew,
The death in living without you.
December 1977 (as amended)
© Michael G Reid 1977-2011
Silence, in a morning’s misery
Of wasted loves and dying moons,
A headache of light’s truth to come;
The pain of disappearing dew,
The death in living without you.
December 1977 (as amended)
© Michael G Reid 1977-2011