Some friends are going through a difficult time!
The worst possible time!
Please check out the following link to their Go-Fund-Me Page. If you can afford a small contribution, please know it will have a monumental impact and be graciously / humbly received.
Reunite
In a maze of pipes, where iron whispers flow
where drains echo secrets into the dark below
a love was born ‘midst trickle and clang,
hearts dreaming of Nelson, their chosen land.
They fell for the dance of light and shade,
of colours that gleamed and shapes that played,
in the flicker of neon, in the brush of dawn,
a romance was forged, a world was drawn.
But cancer cast its vile, cruel hands,
separating lovers in distant lands,
pipes sighed low; palettes shed tears,
in the aching night, in the shadowed years.
Above the waves, moonlight’s graces,
reflected sorrow on pained, watery faces,
they yearned, they pined, in silent refrain
for love lost across ocean’s domain.
The artist made her vow,
to return with family, to see her lover somehow,
through storm’s embrace, salt’s searing sting,
the family travelled, hearts in full swing.
Amongst life’s relentless hum, underneath twilight’s glow,
the pipes and drains whispered soft and low,
a final farewell, a tender goodbye,
under the vast expanse of a blazing sky.
Love crossed the oceans, wild and free,
to the realm where time lingers, embraces eternity,
A tale of form, of light, and hue,
of a love eternal, of moments too few.
Roly Andrews - Storyteller 