beneath
the castle's
brooding brow
I wonder
how
it took
'til now
to find
our way
through
springtime
when blossom may
and
daffodil waves
roll down
the hill
as surf
upon a
moontime tide
and in the
many slips
and slides
as revellers
do shout
and snear
I press you
to an ancient wall
which many
must have done before
and
as the dim lamp
now black
with years' disdain
light
your long dark hair
your open eyes
spring 'fore
mine own
again

04/16/2007