Amid these loveless DAYS                                                    ••

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And the tumbling down

And the building song // she

Wanders green hours // ( almost gone ! )

The weaving of hair
The desolation of the dream

She loves !

And she is always here to be known !

//

I am always here to know her

//

The breast of waters // ( purely )

We nurture // we find

Each other always where we actually are

( after the fantasies fade )

And we are here ( NOT ELSEWHERE ! )

(( We were THERE once

But

NEVER AGAIN ! ))

Shall we die or cause to die

For imagination 's sake !

/./

The nurturing purity

The green fields survive

Only when seen and cherished

By

The man or woman with THE CHILD

held securely

In heart and mind

In full faith

And flowering