Poetry - 27 June 2012
(photo art by J.W. Bullard) Across the wide mouth of water Sat my beloved ready for me. My eyes focused on his out-of-focus face And knew that it was over. The water rippled a thin oil sheen, Casting an ill rainbow to the bottom. I wish, therefore, it must not be real. My lines, he told me later, consist Of murky reed pulled from too far. I am too far gone to reconcile with you, You who sit across the lake, filled With prayers that fall below. Viridian Tea Company - Strange and Unusual Tea Blends! Click HERE for the Etsy store link!