>>. . . you were so young in the morning
i would love to hear this poem set to music
On 6/26/05, Douglas Clark <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> A poem from nearly forty years ago...
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> Morning
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> You in the dim morning light
> Laughing and staring
> Your hair fluffed and shoulders bare
> As you listened in the morning
> To a mind racing its patterns
> With no understanding
> Appeasing its gods
> Mouthing its prayers
> And you listened in the morning
> As the cool hard floor
> Touched at tense fingers
> Beckoning in the dawn
> And you spoke of a someone
> Who perhaps loved a someone
> But you were so young in the morning
> Who taught you this game?
> But was love in the morning
> As talked of another
> And the eyes told of wonder
> And tongues trapped together
> As we prayed to our own gods
> To tell them we were there
> And you in the morning
> As it went away
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> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
> http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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