All remaining hope goes down
with the sun.
I go where all must go.
I drift onto that place,
after topping up my imagination
with some more gin.
It gives wings to my words
for them to go where others won’t,
somewhere beyond history.
Soft, Breathless Kisses. Waves Rocking Our boat. Four heartbeats, Four waves, Four knots. Dancing On top Of the waves. 2 lovers, 2 ores, 4 eternity. With The sound Of the sea Pulsing in our ears And The red glowing sunset ahead, We’ll sail on.
Come on all you princesses In your wonderful frocks and headdresses. It’s Thursday, you’re thirsty To speak your mother tongue. Fine and dine in Wetherspoons, We may sing a tune or two. They may not have our callaloo fritters. They may not have our ackee salt fish. But company from back home is what’s in […]