Pages Place
Time has an unknown face
down at the pages place
a life in a life, like a weave on a loom
love has a nest embrace
home at the pages place
a beauty, as wild as the mild meadow plume
will it survive this race
the land of the pages base
caught on an ebb, like a web on a broom
heal or be gone to pass
a land that was made to last
beauty to live, like the wild meadow grass
all is a sacred space
all in a pages race
real as the engine of steam and it’s tune
catherine of pages place
how could i forget your face
you were the one that held me
i was the fool that let you go.
(c) s.watts
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