A new chapter diluted by the end

A new chapter disguised as the end

There were more stories to tell

Involving you



Dry humour

Off grid escapism

Stare at the sky and decipher cloud movement

Your mind was your own



Still water with a silent bobbing boat

Words no longer find letters to float

James On The Hill can still exist

In my mind at least

Cloud vapour hand rung with red wine

That scent of loneliness… Continue