New Horizons
Ian McCullosh
If I got distant
From all the gifts that heaven sent
Every missed and misspent
Wish every instant
Every twist was different
Not every lip sent kiss meant
This is the distance between guilt and innocence
In self-built self defence
New Horizons
Is this my sentence
All this life as penitence?
In the past imperfect
Tense...are the senses
Life just a sequence of events then a breathless silence
New Horizons
I want something more