Waver

I could talk of the beauty of the morning

Of how the trees & hedgerows rejoice

Thanks to the refreshment of overnight rain

I could talk of the nights dream:

Suspicions, surveillance, shop windows, sex

Secret steep passages, string linked doorways

Darkness, death & the unwavering love

Of ones own mother

Here a time for contrast

New life, old uncertainties

Draw down your own conclusions

This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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