Before the silken reed
13 March 2020
I looked at growing weed
Where two swans glided peacefully
Before the silken reed
They beckoned it seemed up to me
Had they heard my unspoken sighs
Thoughts of you, my solace?
Water hen flew across the skies
In criss-cross drew your face
I knelt still upon the boulder
That had the ice withstood
In love we could grow much bolder
Could we? I thought we should
Reading of the poem:
Song of Return – Saint of Sin