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The Falling Light of Westminster

   


For Sharmini Jesuthasan
July 9, 2001

 

Under the greying skies of Westminster
my love and I first met;
Under the falling light of Westminster
my love and I first kissed.

So through the evening, through the violet air,
late we returned, walking alone through Kensington Gardens
along Bayswater Way; the night air was alive
O belovedthe last light woven through the wandering tresses
of your raven hair;
O belovedthe last light bathing the bare skin
of your braceleted arm;
gave back an image of such sweetness composed
as only wet rose petals glistening in the moon's soft shadows
would know;the air was alive.

O through the violet sky, through the evening air alive,
I have gathered the delicate image of your beauty,
not transient, but remaining for all my days,
in the quiet core of my being.


Under the falling light of Westminster
my love and I first kissed.

 
     
   

 

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