Читать книгу Stony the Road - Harold J. Recinos - Страница 8

on nights like this I bet you

think it’s easy to lasso the

stars, drag them behind you

like a kite in the sky and in

deep hours laugh beneath

them until bells ring inside

our limbs. tonight, we will

drink the air with your first

year breath, smile beside you

with clear brows, confess a

world of milk and honey and

feel warm from this June day

for the rest of life. on nights

like this we will sit for hours

with wide-mouthed flowers

sharing perfumed smiles, with

dreams hanging from our eyes,

stories in two languages gushing

from our lips and you Oliver

will know the ancient songs

with certainty flowing in your

saintly blood!