So glad you are in high spirits. I am off to bed Colonel. Have fun.
Inspiration well is dry
my feet are bound
they cannot fly
Love has no song
to sing to me
a broken dream is
haunting me
elusive love has left
me bare with a trace of you
across my heart
your face is there
always near
unreachable always dear
A dark song sings of misery
of long dark nights
of dark days of pain
and always will your face
remain upon my heart
I have not
forgotten
you
Good night - you seem to have found my muse!