Three months of hours dance drowsy round our loves A triple crown of hours triple won From life's fierce traffic, shove and counter-shove Of self-chasing commerce till day is done. 5 Slow as in a liquid all of light composed Pink pearls that pressed behind our lips did kiss And left a lineage of love-drops dosed With downy dream-time's fretless wistfulness. Each hour augured eons unattained, 10 Long daisy-chains of bliss soft-tied to bliss Leading us on as does a wedding train Toward pallid horizons half-left in mist. To contemplate this past brings present rest, Knowing the yet-to-come such past suggests.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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