I hold you in my arms down where Casey's river runs over rocks and rills and rolling hills the stones still stand as bones in land across the sea twixt you and me and sweet rememberings of lightnings lost on seaward shores and greywards clouds of fortunes strong and thunders loud forgivings as hair falls down across your breasts and headstrong geese fly home to nest I hold you weak and strong
10/04/2006
Posted on 10/04/2006Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys
Hi Peter. Wonderful feeling here. "of lightnings lost on seaward, shores and greywards clouds of fortunes strong and thundersloud forgivings", I especially love this stanza. Thanks.