Cross of Lorraine<\/p>\n
I wanted down the cotton pine below.
\nIt seemed the dream was calling from their root.
\nI had escaped the cocktail party show:
\nThe empty voices blocking nature’s tune.<\/p>\n
The recent summons in the field of time:
\nOur river’s bridge was rotting but still there.
\nPerhaps it was just merely warmth from wine,
\nI melted down that rickety old stair.<\/p>\n
I wondered would your eyes still have that glow
\nIf I could somehow reach across our lives;
\nAnd swim the river down our muddy soul
\nWhere love forever dances in the night?<\/p>\n
Our little eyes that swim the river’s floor:
\nTheir secret depths open new love’s door.<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2013 Stephen Pickering<\/strong><\/p>\n ————–<\/p>\n I swim the river wide Cross of Lorraine I wanted down the cotton pine below. It seemed the dream was calling from their root. I had escaped the cocktail party show: The empty voices blocking nature’s tune. The recent summons in the field of time: … Continue reading
\nHoping to find you inside
\nThis new life.<\/p>\n\n