Siren song should have been a silent song
nightingale merge in the sunlight
ever-drifting in the water, now so long
resurrected blossom in the first spring light.
Darling, shouldn't you have come along
gone away in the last summer flight.
(8th May 2014)
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Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
