Don Juan Matus!
You call us from our everyday thoughts:
and we puzzle over bird-calls
and candle-lights flickering.
Each time we summon up
the mundane task
that brought us to your door,
We are plunged back into the mists again,
musing on the solitary flights of Venus…
You call us from our everyday thoughts:
and we puzzle over bird-calls
and candle-lights flickering.
Each time we summon up
the mundane task
that brought us to your door,
We are plunged back into the mists again,
musing on the solitary flights of Venus…