There, in Eden-light, under an April moon,
they rutted, locked like pale deer,
and woke chilled, gilded by morning light.
Beyond this silence the gull calls and sea stags leap.
Where leaves rot like promises, he lays memories,
wonders, will these few flowers suffice?
Arthur, don't remember this from before so if I contradict myself...!
I really like the tone and style, the mystery at the end esp pleasing.
Thanks.
Gary
Melody for April and Gar finds at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
The Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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