So nothing new from up here
Where you look down a bit longer without speaking
And wind in your hair the evening falls.
So there’s no path down
Expect this one from trhe north, where sun never
touches
And tree branches are water.
So very soon a mouth with no words
And this evening we’ll be at the bottom of the valley
Where ceelbrations have burned out all the lamps
Where a crowd remains silent and friends don’t know
each other.
BIBI
--- Viv Kitson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> As the "onlie begetter" of this thread, my apologies
> to all. Revisiting my
> romantic adolescent fantasies has unleashed....well,
> as Clayton Hansen said,
> an albatross rather than an angel.
>
> When our esteemed list owner and manager reads these
> complaints, I am sure
> he will issue his usual stern (and called for)
> reminder - quoting from
> memory: NO ATTACHMENTS. LIST MEMBERS WHO PERSIST IN
> DOING SO WILL BE
> REMOVED!
>
> Viv (closing with the thought: Albatross? Coleridge
> and The Rhyme of the
> Ancient Mariner...haven't read that since school
> days. Wonder if it bears
> re-reading?)
>
>
>
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