by Steve Tanham
Just you and me along the prom
As far as eye can see
Assuming eye can see at all
Within this silent storm
We could be settled by a fire
With crackle-snap of logs
Instead, we tread in sodden pools
Could dullness get much higher?
This masochistic love of dogs
Companions of the heart
Is strange to fathom, hard to square
Yet, seldom we’re apart.
©Stephen Tanham 2023
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
Sun in Gemini 
Touching poetry, Steve, and I loved the angle of some of those images…
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Thank you, Jaye ❤️
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You’re welcome, Stephen…
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Miss you Tess 🧡
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She says she misses her friend from Oz xx
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