Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Empty Bench at Euston

A day will come
that I'll forget all this
the severity of the time even
when my heart was rife with pain. 
I'll be the white bench
that remains empty
so I may sit on it
and stare into the expanse
where drops of water
like some formless substance wait
to become the apparel of the wind.
(Source: Seven poems from far side of wonder)

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