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POETRY

Tuesday, April 27

A Voice Less Loud



"...a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each! ..." - R.Browning


Many times
i have run to lovers
over morning fields,
striking rainbows from the frost
with bare feet
oblivious;
in passion's heat
endured through the dull of days,
colourless without,
to fall scarlet into welcoming arms
and silken love.

Many moons have watched
as, shining,
i have walked
brisk with joy
thro' half open doors,
windows,
empty winter streets;
to bring this welcome warmth.

Thou art there now in thy home...
and every night,
day;
every morning,
i lay -
and wish i dared.

My window has a candle in it;
my door is open and
my arms are waiting;
my bed is warm,
and thou
art most welcome.

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