In echoing green, <br />In your shrine, <br />My love silences light, <br />The nights fade into naught, <br />For love’s feast is well wrought. <br /> <br />You and me, <br />The two bodies be, <br />One within, and the other without, <br />Love germinates, and love sprouts. <br /> <br />Mine me is set on your yoke, <br />Mine bull draws the cart, <br />And your she, cultivates me, <br />And flowers turn to fruit in my heart. <br /> <br />The land and the farmer, <br />The smith and the hammer, <br />Voyage the Time’s sea, <br />Ah! Where are you, where am me! <br /> <br />Disembodied love! yes perhaps, <br />Time fridged silence, and noisy gaps!<br /><br />Bazi alis Subrata Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-fridged-silence-and-noisy-gaps/
