Mar 2016
How much further down is the sky
Of the root of a tender love? A dove
In search of constraint, constantly so,
That it coos the wind that touches it, we
Are that heart, flying past above ourselves
In vain, having havens, having home,
No healthy hands to dig out
A humbling heaven.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
Of the root of a tender love? A dove
In search of constraint, constantly so,
That it coos the wind that touches it, we
Are that heart, flying past above ourselves
In vain, having havens, having home,
No healthy hands to dig out
A humbling heaven.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
Edited.
