Francis Meyrick

Slea Head Dreams

Backing far out into space
Gazing down upon this place
What farewell thoughts ply your mind
As you contemplate Mankind?

Did you wander soft and true
Around our fragile white-and-blue?
Or is there hardness in your eyes
The embers from a thousand lies?

I know a lonely, rocky coast
That is where you loved the most
That is where you longed to fly
Across the ever changing sky.

Francis Meyrick

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on September 21, 2014, 9:40 pm