Day 1 minus a day and a bit

Laying in bed I reflect on a day of Murphy, a load of words and sentences.

And I think of a night with candles and sweet blue.

Not long before we can take the beast and take of to white hills away from the colours I know colours I love, the colours that colour.
Of to new colours and old familiar colours

Can’t wait till that moment, that moment of not missing that light, missing that light close to me.

Sweet dreams