A Break was made
Fast and Furious
Finding Refuge in lands that are strange
Seeking a face
A face that held kindness and warmth
A pick pockets hand was instore
Wrought with simple perils and drastic thoughts
Refuge found in cathedrals
and of course a candle lit
Prayer and broken bread
OH PORTUGAL!
You revealed your beauty
I fall into your arms
Releif was found
Along with suspicion
Friendship that Flew across the miles
…and yes the relief of wine of course
Across the waves a babe was born
Courage was abandoned and items held that were useless
Fighting not for love
Fighting yes!
Against all despair the curtain falls upon pain and decision that align with pains pleasure.
I writhe against you
Not in pleasure as I should
But in angst and suffering
And lies and strain.
Little Wren 