Thursday 21st February

.

Will you be there my darling

Knocking on the edge of my dreams

Loitering in my unconsciousness

As the smile from your face beams?

.

Looking to the twinkling night sky

You’re the brightest star that gleams

Come and tightly hold my hand

I’m close to falling apart at the seams

.

Love you poppet

Darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Super low tide on Porthmeor Beach

A sunny harbour