In brilliant Light The mote Does fly Amidst campanions You and I And never touch And never eye Does see - Except In brillant Light
03/24/2005
Posted on 08/06/2005Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman
the mote of heart is hard to see until provocation comes to thee, then what the log of eye it steals can finally owfully be revealed i like your poem, a little dancing of words for the mind