Western Wind, when wilt thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.
~Unknown
In a shift from the theme of self-righteous preachery, this is one of the first poems I ever loved. Somehow it captures both that early morning feeling when you can't tell your sheets from your skin and love in all of its inexpressibility.
..when you can't tell your sheets from your skin and love in all its inexpressibility :)
ReplyDeleteCarolyn this line is beautiful, can I please steal and keep it forever.
Happy Birthday.. God Bless you!
Im going to try and be a regular follower.
Thanks! You can most assuredly steal that line and use it for nefarious purposes. Hope all is well!
ReplyDeleteAll's just fine, and Im loving reading you Carolyn. Did not know about the existence of Masala Diaries ..now I do.. and what a lovely read i must say!
ReplyDeleteKeep it rolling. Please.