David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget Poems
|1.||When Our Days Are Minutes...||9/17/2005|
|2.||In Your Dark Slated Halls||9/17/2005|
|5.||Ship To Shore||9/18/2005|
|7.||Horoscope - For Blaise Romany||9/30/2005|
|11.||Woman In Child||9/18/2005|
|16.||Maps And Charts||9/18/2005|
|17.||Tongues Of Thorns||9/18/2005|
|18.||Late Of Days||9/18/2005|
|22.||Sir John De Vere||9/28/2005|
|24.||Love Grows Slowly||9/17/2005|
|25.||Waters Into Wine||9/17/2005|
|28.||The Fairy Light||9/18/2005|
|29.||Twenty Years Down - (The Beatles)||10/4/2005|
|31.||The Basic Tenets||9/18/2005|
|32.||Before We Part||9/30/2005|
|33.||Time Knows No Passages||9/17/2005|
|34.||How The Eye Deceives!||9/17/2005|
|36.||On Your 48th.||9/18/2005|
|37.||Sink Or Swim||9/18/2005|
|38.||The Man In The Chinese Moon||12/10/2005|
|40.||At Eaglehawk Neck||9/18/2005|
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Her hair was as black as a starling's tail,
Her cheeks as pale as a swan,
Her eyes, like two slim moonstones, glowed
And her mouth was the Holy Grail.
She'd played in the dirt of the village street
So long ago, so long...
She'd swum in the pools of the mountain stream,
But now, that girl had gone.
While I still rise with the early bird
To tend to my father's fields,
As the only son of an only son
I watched the woman leave.
She cried sweet tears as she said farewell
And vowed to come back, and soon,
But the village streets of a western ...
The Water Tower
I sit and stare at this empty page,
The wind howls long at the winter eaves,
The cloud is heavy, and black with rage
As squalls dance in through the myrtle leaves.
While deep inside in the cottage gloom
My love lies weary, cocooned in dreams,
I hear her cry in the darkened room
Call out one name from a nightmare scene.