Waiting for a word from you – city tyres spin,
tread shining magic into rainy roads.
Sensing a storm horses scream on the moor,
churn dark earth toward clouds, gathering
freedom can get furious.
I want to love you – but it seems cannot –
when the smoke clears, will you still be here?
*yes, linked to previous poem ..
forget me now 
benediction says hi 🙂 ❤ very beautiful
hey Greg! what a lovely surprise to see you here!
thank you!
grrr … because i don’t know how to make smiley faces … am grateful if the PC fires up these days lol
Shell
gathering freedom can get furious indeed. there is so much suspended tension here, just incredible
~la lunatique
i’m glad you like this … sorry,darling one, am a bit sideswiped with time apparently .. and emotion .. for sure … where are you if not on WP? I don’t have Facebook … don’t want to really …