woodland

[Woodland Cemetery, Stockholm
Gunnar Asplund & Sigurd Lewerentz
1915-40]

Gaunt granite climbs where gulls wheel and glide
Mournfully glide o’er my island.
My dawn bride’s veil, damp and pale,
Dissolves in the sun.
Love’s web is spun - cats prowl, mice run
Wreathe snatch-hand briars where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island,
Touch me
[Islands, king crimson]