Lockdown Grey
Yesterday I planned
To climb a tree
In my head that is ..
Then just maybe
A mountain too
And afterwards
Before bed though
A slow walk perhaps
Around our favourite
Harbour and the bay
Yes today I could
Almost taste
Salt on your hair
In my head, that is ..
And long I willed
The wind to free
And fan those
Fiery wisps of yours
Into a wilden frenzy
Yes, I almost felt
Your hand in mine
Curled fingers tight
But then ..
The call came
And everything
In my head, that is
Turned from gold
To lockdown grey ..