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