
Take me back to source right now I cannot phone home Choose to meditate
copyright Francis Barker 2020

Take me back to source right now I cannot phone home Choose to meditate
copyright Francis Barker 2020

Who knows what time is A cold distant relative who's left you behind
copyright Francis Barker 2020

Places you’ve walked by all your life,
the things you’ve missed
and taken for granted.
Windows buried, their arches
showing above ground,
what we may call Early English,
disguised by brick and tarmac –
the layers of untold history:
a million stories lost in the retelling
copyright Francis Barker 2020

copyright Francis Barker 2020

Outside I sensed you, just a little warmth in the wind, perhaps a whisper of something said in a distant age - your rage against time. You are all around us some say, looking for a host, a creed I won't subscribe to in my antediluvian mind
copyright Francis Barker 2020