Poetry

Vapour

By 20th September 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

Even from here
There is a line
Beyond which I cannot see
There are caves
In forested hills
Where no one waits
A cry
Across the lake
That will never come

The line fades
Yet stays
By the end of it all
In a depression
Moss houses
Carry silence
Ferns lean
At the grave of the tree
The raven bows
And does not move his wings

Keith Davies

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