A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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| Notes from a small island A weblog by Jonathan Ali |
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Tuesday, March 22, 2005 Each Coming Night Will you say when I’m gone away, "My lover came to me and we'd lay In rooms unfamiliar but until now." Will you say to them when I’m gone, "I loved your son for his sturdy arms We both learned to cradle then live without." Will you say when I’m gone away, "Your father’s body was judgement day We both dove and rose to the riverside." Will you say to me when I’m gone, "Your face has faded but lingers on Because light strikes a deal with each coming night." -- Sam Beam posted by Jonathan | 10:38 AM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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