tis evening time by the sea
the north wind comes through the bones
the light dims the gulls lay quiet in a huddle
the cloud deep in silver, essence of damp as rain chasses the horizon
So now Im city bound All so far away from my beloved birds, mountains and rivers Not one day since we came together have I looked at another Not one night have I moved where Your curves so warm gather Feel you silence out over the waves Of life reaching, reaching, ever reaching Into the roots of the trees Deep into boughs of the trees As high as a thousand tambourines can sound up over the hills The quickening flow of skirts cooling The faces of old men Old men cooling the loins of young women Young women making bread for old women Old women milking cows for the babies of the world Caithleen Carter Steeves
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