søndag 1. april 2012

Like the touch of rain she was - On a man's flesh and hair and eyes - When the joy walking thus - Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget "Go now"

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.

Ingen kommentarer:

Legg inn en kommentar