Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
There, where dusk on the high hills fell,
I came to you across the dark abyss,
Under your cool lime trees;
To live by your brook, by your calm waters...
I supped happiness, yes, and drank deeply from your stream,
In whole handfuls, covered so gently by your palms.
And in that irradiant moment for us two,
The trees stood still and the world held its breath.
at May 31, 2011