heart history
The sun slants low and languorous
on lands that I reclaim
ancestral sweethearts amorous
recline by rivers of my name
a thousand years before us,
young once — lost, astonished,
in love perhaps untrue
unsure what future's favor wanted —
they made me for you.
A thousand years of mystery matches,
runaways and perfect catches
along the ancient riverside
sun setting shimmers, silver signs
a thousand years of sweethearts
frozen banks of time
© AYF 2013
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I love this little blog, and both times I've been sad to see it end with the month. Always make more art, you wonderful awesome people!!
