Bed Veins Of Comfort

Whilst I try, to catch another year..
I look on to what, the past seasons ~
Have become ~ Advancing to the rear..
Into the memory bounds…Of reasons…

Slowly sinking, with the Irish mist…
Deep into the bed veins of comfort..
Mid a love kissed increasing twist…
Into a court of destinies chosen sort…

Always looking ahead, inside of me..
~ Inside of you….Only one more time…
Amidst the night and thunder free…
Reaching for the years, beyond our prime..