a love poem by Thomas Davis to Ethel
The aftermath of a moment
Is hard to describe:
The beauty:
A flash of sunlight
Through the storm darkened sky,
The wonder of beauty
Which may never come again.
Love, there was a night
When the stars were slung
Over the sky’s black face.
You were singing a lullaby,
And I was changing words into song.
We were happy and love filled.
The night was a rhythm of ourselves.
You laughed and made me see geese
With white wings in dark skies.
I laughed, and you stopped your lullaby.
Love is a kin to the silence
And also to the song.
You and I were singing,
And both of us stopped
To listen to silence.
It was a wonderful evening, love.
It is a wonderful time.
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