Wednesday, 25 January 2012
I knew then, that it would be no crime,
drinking the glen, you borrowing verses,
to lend weight to words you meant,
more poignantly than the one who used them first,
way back, way back, when.
I knew then, that deer park trails,
and trials by night could frighten me,
so much so, and that I could depend,
on you and your willingness,
on our quickness to defend.
I knew then, that all the pine,
and tack boards of posters,
all the fine print, were nothing,
to your loving brown eyes,
and that nothing never lies.
I knew then, that if it fails,
this hot headed first try,
I the braggart and the beggar,
will be welcomed at your side.