this weather is killing the sunrays i had left
going on for me in this suncity.
i still think of you and ocassionally
i turn and toss in my bed
hoping for your love to reach me
even if just its' remnant bits because
you
are
everywhere
but near.
oparara. karamea. paringa. haast. kaikoura.
i wrote of these places long before i know of them.
i am sure that is one of the reasons for my bottomless rue.
