Friday, September 14, 2012

A Western sky and a bell of brass

Shrugging off doubts.
Wistful for a house
I've only seen in dreams,
a green garden for my child,
a woman with kind eyes.
A Western sky
and a bell of brass.
A wall that evil cannot pass,
a patch of sunlight on the grass,
a place to live and laugh.

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