Is my love merely unclothful?
Are you or am I not the thoughtful?
Why do you hide after a season of knotted pine?
Have you now become the clock empty, waiting for your clock maker?
Will you find him in angelic skies, with celestial pendulate wings?
Do you not hear the tattle of love? Is he thy fair or fare?
No Longer Separate
Is my love merely unclothful?
Are you or am I not the thoughtful?
Why do you hide after a season of knotted pine?
Have you now become the clock empty, waiting for your clock maker?
Will you find him in angelic skies, with celestial pendulate wings?
Do you not hear the tattle of love? Is he thy fair or fare?
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 