… against the dying of the light.
and those we love
we carry them within
serene like the low fainting sound
of a hymn that lingers after an angel leaves
reminded me of Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good night. Very Poignant.
Thanks for spotting that.
Maybe a previous bad boy also lurking.
Beautiful, mon frére – where are you, mon amis?
In San Francisco with son at the mo’.
Will you be in London ever? End of April, say, May?
and those we love
we carry them within
serene like the low fainting sound
of a hymn that lingers after an angel leaves
reminded me of Dylan Thomas's Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good night. Very Poignant.
Thanks for spotting that.
Maybe a previous bad boy also lurking.
Beautiful, mon frére – where are you, mon amis?
In San Francisco with son at the mo’.
Will you be in London ever? End of April, say, May?