All vision has been inspired by love
eyes bright to sunlight, weeping
honey into the ancestral hive
Monolith mourners
carried their own stones
to the freshly dug grave;
we placed the stones as scree wreaths
at foot of murmuring Clwydian Hills
where you built granite staircase
from devotion and empathy
There is a music mausoleum
three harp strings from left of my heart,
strung, hung, photographs on cracked walls
Christmas day Sinatra dancing,
trapped within glass
‘Good night and sleep tight’
only midnight words to
tumble from my mouth









Brilliantly penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write my friend. The Beatles huh? That’s pretty cool. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian