What a show in the east as the sun set in the west!
If I could I would give those barns a nudge on an evening like this!
Oh, when you cross my heart
A tug as old as time
Twists common colours into art
Like lyrics into rhyme
Or petals falling where
The flower-garden was
Or whispers that turn into prayer
Or pastel pink of dusk
Tossed on earth’s eastern brim
As on the westward fell
The eventide flames with a hymn
That word can never spell
And something like a tear
Slips into sacred art
That feels somewhat the same, my dear
As when you cross my heart
© Janet Martin
so pretty Janet!
ReplyDeletethank-you Trish<3
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