I cannot read the muriel
but the distance
from the picture
draws
me in

but I
must confess
it will be an I
or some I
that will be
buried
must I forget
these pains
of this old body
these ancient bones
that have ached
all of me
drying up
from the wind
I sure loved
I thought

and what
is this
tomb
of an emotion
beyond loneliness
in some solitary cause
but always wanting
love

behold the
an empty vessel
from an island

behold
always

the soul
crying

for
love

(((Jimmy)))
Nice write...

Nice write

Nice write Jim!!!