Saturday, 26 July 2008



Can Winter walk where Summer's beam is lying?
Can frail worn hands a baby's cradle rock?
Can ancient clays support a sapling's struggle?
Can youthful smiles meet midnight's deadly knock?

Can cold star light on lovers find reflection?
Can colder stones support the wriggling worm?

Can even grimmer hours find new minutes?
Can daisied be the windless garden found?

Your steps are light and I plod miles behind you behind,
beyond is all the same to see

For I am what you were and what you will be
In timeless world of dreadful Unity

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