Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The Ghosts Of Lisboa.

The Ghosts Of Lisboa.
As ghosts we encircle Lisboa,
Riding high on the salty breath
Of sweet breezes
Whispered from the Tejo.
Bitter sweet the journey we take.
Liberating to the point of imprisonment,
When all that stands between us
Is a point of view.
The only one being,
I love you.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)