Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Spilt Dreams
“Sing to me! ”
you sigh
resting your head
on my lap.
I stroke your hair
as outside
on the Yorkshire Moors
a storm
towers majestically
above our
frail fragile love.
I sing
unevenly inexpertly
all the Rodgers & Hart
songs I can sing
out of tune & brokenly
keep the storm at bay
with nothing but the love
in my voice
your sleeping hair
spilt like dreams
across my lap.
poem
by
Dónall Dempsey
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black