vespers did we really talk unconditionallyin those golden daysof changeliberationopportunityor was it more casuallythrough the music ofhis undying andher eternalour love taking wingsflying us into tomorrowunfalteringlyundiminishedbecause i can’t recollectthe markers, the high tidesor the crosswindsbut i tirelessly recallthe stolen glancesthat would have written those conversations About the author Geoffrey Aitken is an emerging poet from suburban … Continue reading Poetry: vespers by Geoffrey Aitken