Time Knows No Passages

Nights in white cottages

By the last of the flickered firelight,

Supping sweet pottages

To the wind-wail without,

With the water on the wet wall

And your shadow on the lattices

As you cold-come to comfort

In the red candlelight.

 

At the grey day's frail dawning

We walk the storm ravages,

We talk at the tattered sea shore

Where the tide night-high rips,

I kissed you on a grey sky

Where the shells turn to sea-sand,

For time knows no passages

At a warm woman's lips.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Your subtle nuance is beautiful.

Linda Marie Van Tassell