Every week I crossed the bridge, there and backThere and back on the train from home to home. And each time, I sat in the same seat,on the same side, with the great big blueocean view ... unless those seats were full,in which case I peered over disapproving laps,I pressed head to glass, watching, unblinking. Seal searchingI’d heard stories of the magical sea dogs andthe way they would bathe in...

The place where I would have hoped you would meet me  As pure as your heart ought to be  The emptiness , around you , adores to linger  To violently haunt , be it day or be it night  There is no use , for that smile of yours , no matter how bright  Hard to declare what real means  Too deep into your fantasy you have lived ,                       it seems rather impossible to return  The memorie...