Thursday, October 31, 2013

My love


I don’t know why I was mum;

For these days;

But how it would be,

The ocean silent,

For a moment sum!

O, my swirling, glittering In!

Sing; sing till you wing;

Unto the ring;

Stilling the intuiting pin!

My golden lute;

As ancient-

As the moment spring;

Knitting the tunes sweet an’ cute;

Tilling the callous time an’ Fat