Sapphire Sun

Heavens  sapphire sun shone down that day;

Hot, as if drawing ever near to thee;
On thy shoulders broad, doth rest
Its beam,  nay oft forgiveth He.
 
Dost thine current rushe forthe 
upon mine feet, O stream?
Or speaketh in soft monotone
Of a past left n'er to be told?
 
For the shale which we shall beholde
As thyne clock: for the years are 
as of water swift, and thyne love
is her contoured stone.
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Starward's picture

I, too, enjoyed this one very

I, too, enjoyed this one very much.


Starward

 

prego2x's picture

Very beautifully written!

Very beautifully written!

Beatnik1979's picture

Thank you

for reading and for the compliment.  

cathycavalcante's picture

Love the language you use

Love the language you use here...'old worldly' like.

Nice piece, William. I enjoyed the soft flow of this delicate write.