Personal Poems

2015 General Election

2017 General Election

If

Linda Jane

Love's Terminus

Reflections

The Crematorium

Theresa May (Blunder Woman)

The Way To Everlasting Life

Thoughts On My Brother Ray

Thoughts Sublime

You


You

What are nights for?
Nights are where we reside.
You appear, I come alive.
Time and time over,
They are to be happy in.
Where can we live? but nights.

These treasured hours spent with you,
Liken them to the precious dew.
Vaporising in the light of day
Yet satiates still this humble clay.
Behold the morn, I’m parched anew,
Thirsting, thirsting for that quenching dew.

When you leave and go away,
I‘m filled with utter dismay.
Always waiting for your joyful return
To assuage this thirsting heart that burns.
So my dear, make haste to restore
My aching heart right to the core.

Frank Waller. March 2005



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