The sun playing the water;
I could hear those notes long after sunset.
Still in love with you was the song singing
in the small hours awake;
that rise and fall,
the way the winds carry over the sands in your head;
how that play attaches to the nerve system;
how the choirs of sunlight sing you present .
2 comments:
Really enjoyed this poem Michael. Great Blog and a wonderful array of musings. Take care
Thanks for the comment.
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