As love favours skipping
Only water from the stream
Will bring the eyes back to life
You might choose
Or may already have chosen
A time or place to lose
Or for the object to be broken
That I co-exist
Is hardly any enhancement
A past unable to resist
What the glance meant
A gleam in the eye
As passing as a smile
All the while and by and by
It was either pure or puerile
Without the dotted page
Where will be the guidance
No more the energy to rage
Simply to slide with subsidence
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| Christopher's Website for his Collected Works |
