WHEN your face
appeared over my crumpled life
at first I understood
only the poverty of what I have.
Then its particular light
on woods, on rivers, on the sea,
became my beginning in the coloured world
in which I had not yet had my begninning.
I am so frightened, I am so frightened,
of the unexpected sunrise finishing,
and tears and the excitement finishing.
I don't fight it, my love is this fear,
I nourish it who can nourish nothing,
love's slipshod watchman.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!
here's hoping you have someone warm or even cold next to you tonight: my 5 readers. thanks for the support all year. chet or chaka: couldn't decide...so you get both peace, tyler