'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Sunday, 8 November 2009
A Gill of Blue
Your voice
Stars within our home.
Sometimes, mornings' present us slow rhythms,
Yet, you my daughter
Dancing every day
You, come to change my sky to blue.
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You produce lovely children AND lovely poetry!
So glad to have you back... xoxo
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