I wrote this tale of star-crossed lovers at the end of the eighties, in response to what I saw as our increasingly divided society. I hoped that in time the crevasses that separated rich from poor might narrow to a point where we could stride over and embrace each other, becoming one.
Instead,the passing years have seen the crevasses widen into chasms, so that it has become even harder for Daz and Zoe to find ways to meet. Hard but not impossible, since nobody has yet found a way to conquer love, which spans the widest, deepest chasms and always will.
Let’s hear it 4 love!
Bob Swindells
