No bells to ring
Or poet’s cry
When in night’s cloak
The half-sleep moment
Love is confirmed
Not with alarm
The awakening
But in brief exchange
Simply
Silently
With a touching of hands
No bells to ring
Or poet’s cry
When in night’s cloak
The half-sleep moment
Love is confirmed
Not with alarm
The awakening
But in brief exchange
Simply
Silently
With a touching of hands
With Debbie at Wimbledon restaurant for my 70th birthday celebration attended by my five children (Dan from Berlin had furthest to travel). A lovely night.
A courting couple on the seafront, Weston-Super Mare, summer 1947. Contents of the carrier bag forever a mystery!