beneath
the vaulting
cloister high
of sandstone
red and yellow
bands
you hold
me close
so close
it seems that
past remembrances
are gone
and through
the
shafting sifting
light
of eventide
beside
the tombs of
past and proud
you cry out
aloud
in silent glance
we will
be
one
tonight

08/28/2006

Posted on 08/28/2006
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