Hayes Songs were sung, glorious praise heaped, sorrow gripped, wrung tears of fear and blame, a body stretched can feel no shame. And in the darkness, forever present, patiently abiding, death stands alone in shadow’s home, quiet, silent, familiar but friendless.
Where have you been since when, first seen? in a pub, drunk and befuddled. on a pitch, wet, be — puddled, who knows ’til now, love’s confusing signals, the sweaty lip, the furrowed brow the dread of each encounter? There is no map, or uncharted path, In love’s rough seas to point the way. All who are in spring of life know the chill of…Read more Love Poem