Newborn lovers swaddled in gossamer expectations
In a whitewashed tower room above the rivers rush
Words of hope exchanged in whispered incantations
Tangled sheets and bodies subside to a sacred hush
...
Sweet reveries transport me back to her bed
Where still warm quilted memories drape
The quivering enfolding silence we found
Immobile motionless we wished no escape
...
Though proud to count myself a working man,
By this graceless state I will not be defined.
Though thoughts transcend the commonplace
I would not make a sham palace of the mind
...
Sudden shock makes delusion crack
One more photograph one more nail
The deepest blue the darkest black
These are the shades of betrayal
...
Yours From The First
Newborn lovers swaddled in gossamer expectations
In a whitewashed tower room above the rivers rush
Words of hope exchanged in whispered incantations
Tangled sheets and bodies subside to a sacred hush
Two novices hand to hand in prayerful supplication
Fearful to receive nothing or all that they requested
Fragile vows pilot a tremulous flight of imagination
Undertakings of constancy made but as yet untested
Swathed by the mists that rise on a Cam-side dawn
Passion turns to adoration as a couple dread to part
Willing hearts rush in where experience would warn
Anxiety and optimism; were every story has its start