So we wonder among verdant gardens Terraced along the edges of the lake Waves crest, bristling beneath a gentle wind As the sun dashes silver in their wake I take off my shoes to walk through the grass— Dew crowned, it glistens and dampens my soles— While you harvest flower's souls through curved glass In [...]
Tag: Verse
Goatherd; 2000 B.C.
This night is quiet, dark and deathly still