Crimson Winds by Pestilence
I shall love you in December with the love I gave in May
– James Alexander Joyce
May I make a wish? May I make many? Simply because it’s May…
May your find the resolution to all your fruitless searches
May the May winds blow through every lock of your hair as you stand up to the great ocean and tell her you’ve been cheated
May you laugh in the face of your pain tonight
May you find strength that you would never find if you were standing alone and may you battle the world together
May you smile for longer than just a moment this time around
May the rains that come begin to wash away the hopelessness in your soul as you awaken to a Gypsy promise come true
May you dance carelessly through the darkest of nights
May the sensual touches of a lover be such a constant that you know of nothing of what it is like to be without any longer
May you sleep cocooned and spooned in love
May you feel every colour of the sunset and be bathed in its potent glow for all the days of your life
May your fire never cool in the presence of contentment
May every grain of sand beneath your feet, encase you and grip you so that you stop & stare at what you have, learning to be still
May the promises made to you never be broken
May it last at last
And may it all happen in May
The Missing Sandwich 