Nicola-Isobel H · Nov 6, 2011
Our First Winter

You stole me high,
Upon the windy bridge,
Steady and firm against my back,
Holding your ground,
Against vain struggle,
Looking below the surface,
We were calm and wondrous,
Reflected on the river tide,
Shadowed by glory,
And likened atonement,
Spun to face you,
"Trust me"
I surrender in my mind,
To fall beneath you

In some ungodly hour,
Remember

©Nicola-Isobel H.          06.11.2011
 
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