During the darkest night


Sunday 24th January


During the darkest night

I look for a chink of light

That expectation

In the constellation

That you’re up there

Flying high somewhere

Darling Angel son

Now forever young



High tide in the harbour this morning

Driving past the slipway

Porthmeor Beach

White horses galloping in the wild wind

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