Born conjoined lived as one haunted, they cry for a better life hiding in dark spaces they dream of how they might be if only they had been born as one in a world of possibilities their crying can still be heard to this day… ©AnitaDawes2022
Can you hear her crying late at night? Over the loud music, I hear her tears You and I watch as she carries her pain Nothing we do can change the beat of time Tomorrow, the clouds remain dark, full of tears Down the rabbit hole, the music has a merry beat Over the river, sits the King on his throne Waiting to greet new visitors to carry their tears Evening starlight removes her pain Never again, would her tears last through the night… ©AnitaDawes2022
Do you remember, we do it again…? Evening murmurs breaking the silence Do you remember the shape of my body? The sound of my voice Does your mind hurt Thinking back to the first time The kiss that stole our breath How did we end up tip toeing over stars? Looking down at age that passed Leaving us grey haired Holding hands walking through the light Greeted by long forgotten faces With star light in their hair Looking back at a life We would live again… ©AnitaDawes2022
Good morning Peeps… Jaye here!
I was really pleased with the amount of work/reading I did over the weekend, patting myself on the back and everything!
In the cold light of day, (and it was chilly this morning) I realised I had not written a post for today…
Luckily, Anita had… (and this one made me cry…)
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 