No longer do lovers
Have to wait
At airport gates,
Or,
Set sail upon such seas
That please
To take them to their love.
The sweet refrain
Of empty trains
Doth signify
Love flies,
In other ways
Today.
Though the ether
Has no sound
It does abound
With such sweet messages
Of love.
The world is small
And all that lovers ask,
While spelling love,
Is that someone up above
Saves their platform
From crashing.
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Owain Glyn
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Moonswept
PoetryThis is a follow on collection from Windswept. In this collection I will examine the concept of love from a more ethereal perspective.
