EVERY SONG’S A LOVE SONG TO SOMETHING:
Into the sky hole we go jumping, leaving the beautiful rain
& green fields of Essex in search of a slice of something exotic.
Stanislaw Lem & me riding in a metal tube still marvelling
at the fabulous sculptural forms evolving beneath us as clouds
transform into solid structures we land & walk around on them.
Prague, many happy memories there, history between us, festivals,
fields, carparks & clubs, streets where the detail & architecture
is just different enough to remind us how lucky we are to travel
& experience the world first hand.
I feel run over again today – a return of travel fatigue?
Time to sleep on the back seats of cars, Time to sleep in the sky.
See you on the other side.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
have a good one son, In the words of dame vera “we”ll meet again don’t know where don’t know when!!!!