Sanctuary (orkneyman)

20 9 5
                                    




my child and his

sweetly in my mind

as the evening wind croons

a devotion to those

now shadows in this room

who came before

suckled and supped

who walked this ancient floor

who slept upon this bed

where I lay now

gently cradled

wrapped within

this comfort of continuity

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