in passing wave
at tilted mast
i watch
your silence still
with aching pulse
at crooked noon
beyond sweet
broken will
in tune no more
but loving still
bequeathed
in solemn vow
at seasons pass
in broken waves
i turn and take
my bow
in passing wave
at tilted mast
i watch
your silence still
with aching pulse
at crooked noon
beyond sweet
broken will
in tune no more
but loving still
bequeathed
in solemn vow
at seasons pass
in broken waves
i turn and take
my bow
Great work – as usual!
Thank you!