Fine Art Paintings
strange how time hangs still in my mind
sometimes,remember sitting 4am, on the
carpet in front of the bay window, that
spring morning, the room disappeared
into the gold after club embrace
...though i can see myself
in the switch of the 80s even earlier
as i used to be once,.....transalien..
..what a strange dance time leaves on
your life... how you would love to
go back and touch those moments
copyright phil whiteley