Man is in love
and loves what vanishes.
-W.B. Yeats
Lord, it's morning !
Your sun- on easter feet-
has creeped into my room
and called me
from my slumber tomb:
"Arise, be risen,
and spread the news.
It's morning !"
and loves what vanishes.
-W.B. Yeats
Lord, it's morning !
Your sun- on easter feet-
has creeped into my room
and called me
from my slumber tomb:
"Arise, be risen,
and spread the news.
It's morning !"
With kisses that take flight,
The Castle Lady