So long since the pebbles that meddled amongst
The rougher stones buried over ancient bones
That made islands of their own.
So long since the sea line brine was washed
Back into the greyish shine.
So long since the air that soothed faces making them
Young again. When the wind that ruled the world
Unfurled, and seemed somehow, heavier.
It shook the loyal green grass like an old fellow
Messing the hair of precocious young Lads.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010