Three Words
I spoke three words
as Celtic knotwork
weaved itself like ivy
round my bed;
Pans miracle
I saw in vision then
my promise made
to my hearts eyes
even then your heart
rejected mine
like the Merlin
I fall
not for brightness
nor quickness; not those
but difference divides
shadow and light
as they comingle
cries; at the heart
Copyright 03-02-99 Unpublished Works William M. Shannon