Sunday, June 26, 2011

With You

There is a day in every relationship, a make or break day. If 'break' there is no reclaimation;those days make sore memories.

With You

The fields, green with snow
under an apple blue sky;

you, briming
winter's brightness,

turning cartwheels;
your whole body grinning.

The silver trees of our breathing
in full flower;

my golden happiness
in being with you

till the shafts of shadow
turned purple at sunset;

and our hours together
turned colourless at parting.

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