Upon liminal spheres where dreams are woven, Adrift between stars and the trees, I pass closer to the golden dawn. There’s a warmth beyond the shadow. I feel the aurum under my eyelids, And I hope the birds will sing. Oh, I hope I will hear the birds sing… Perhaps a knowledge that never comes. for David Robert Jones (8th January 1947 – January 10th 2016)
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