Oh now it reaves,
five and a half months later,
my first dream of you leaving,
a dream whose eyes were full of stars;
though here we lived such riotous estate,
roads swallowing cars,
keys lost in bars,
wars intervening, violent severing fate.
I picked up broken glasses from a yard
and put them trembling on, crying
"Gong, gong, gong, gong, gong!"
like an ikkle child. Tears sprang in spate -
But there is no love in abandonment,
no love in giving up on love,
and the waking world less reason,
than that far more merciful reaving.
.........
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Gifts and Shards Vol 2
PoesíaThis is the second and final volume of 'Gifts and Shards'. This takes us from the second month to now well over three years later, though there were many C poems in the collections tracking the seasons. There are no similar stories!
