Pretend This Poem Is Me, and I Am with You
Music: She's like the Swallow.
|Pretend this poem is me, and I am with you;
I hold you in the circle of my fire.
Come into me, and time and space will vanish,
You and I alone, joined at the root.
There is a special room where I am with you;
So we defeat the miles and months between us;
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon