Alan Brooke

Rookie (19/03/1981 / lancashire)

To Johnny

I don't know where you've gone, but I'll follow
I'll strip the clouds of their tears and fly,
then steal the west winds subtle sorrow
and pluck the stars from the heavenly sky.
I'll fight the moon 'til he hides the night,
I'll shatter the sun from his house of pride,
If I scream at fate to gift his sight
will it silence my minds dark, crashing tide?

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