Intro 3: A call to cross the stars Posted by David Emeron on Sunday, October 5th, 2014 “Bid me come to thee, my love For my heart is heavy, And I have wept.” My love always…. Permalink Rate this:Share:FlattrMoreEmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
You asked: What would I do while you journeyed north? I will write to you, my love. I will play with the silence and write to you. Sometimes I will play your piano and the shakuhachi; sing and ,just maybe, scrub floors, as is my wont. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
David Emeron: Sonnets 
So elegant, my beloved.
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They are your words, sweetheart; or at least some you wrote to me long ago.
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I had no idea.
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I still have the letter you wrote so very long ago.
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You asked: What would I do while you journeyed north? I will write to you, my love. I will play with the silence and write to you.
Sometimes I will play your piano and the shakuhachi; sing and ,just maybe, scrub floors, as is my wont.
LikeLiked by 1 person