The first time, ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars
Were the gifts you gave
To the dark, and the endless skyAnd the first time, ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hands
Like the trembling heart
Of a captive bird
That was there, at my command
My loveAnd the first time, ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joyWould fill the earth
And last, ’til the end of time
My loveThe first time, ever I saw
Your face
Written by Ewan Mac-coll
Your face
Your face
Your face
Thursdays are for flowers! This flowertography session is a bit of a short one. It took place in my yard with the old Sweet 22.
Next Thursday’s flowertography session will also take place in my yard.


