Now I have:
seen them- I mean -
those pyramids,
as I crossed the Nile,
stayed up 'til
sunrise on more
than one tropic,
far too distant isle:
but those red
sails in the sun-
set still don't mean
you belong to me.
Cherry read
about Alfie
Blossom's Wife.
On days like these,
I skinned my knees
and it really
was a very good year.
If only you had
flown me to the moon.
Comments
chuck | April 9, 2009 - 18:07
Very romantic...they don't write songs like that anymore.
Ewan | April 9, 2009 - 18:27
When I was younger I would have said 'and what a good job'; now I'm really not so sure.
Richard L. Prov... | August 15, 2009 - 11:19
This is a very nice poem, Ewan, like a cloud-burst of passion in the sky. Richard LP