Open Poetry #40 |
'neath the sycamore tree. |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The birds and flowers they sung to me As i walked 'neath the bows of the sycamore tree A light refreshed rain soak my skin I was washed in the flow and made whole again. The lights they flowed from bird to bee In the soft light, in the warm rain, 'neath the sycamore tree. Once my lady i did seranade thee With light voice and warm heart 'neath the sycamore tree. Once we walked and we were made free in the thin light of a late night 'neath the sycamore tree. We loved as the angels wild unendingly On the brown leaves on an autumn day 'neath the sycamore tree Now I leave you my love to sleep deep with my heart stole in a cold hole. 'neath the sycamore tree. To take a lot of pain, |
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