in the cold pale gray i saw her

beneath a weeping tree

under fire of blowing silk

lips of pomegranate tea

a nomad’s dusty vision

as fog and blossom fall

could any hold her now

was she there at all

as far as time could walk

and magic flowed in art

indeed she was there

no liar is the heart


One thought on “fírinne

  1. How wonderful, like Willie said, “There are a million melodies out there in the night sky, all you have to do is reach out and take one.” So it goes with KGG and his work.


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