Wednesday, 8 August 2012

The Clepsydra's eye.

Did a look between us pass?
Like Wine in a falling glass
Or music suddenly hushed
A Last Supper rushed.

There is no place we might belong
Nor night to a nuptial song
Nor Time to teach to cry
The Clepsydra's eye.


Anonymous said...

[It would be easier for me to write poetry in Sanskrit because of it's obvious advantages.]

Prove it. Dare ya.

[I struggle to achieve the same thing in English]


windwheel said...

Touche. Come to think of it, I had a mate worked for Touche Ross.
Always wanted to say that. And now I have. One less thing on my bucket list. Still..