Words: Dylan Thomas



The sky is torn across

This ragged anniversary of two

Who moved for three years in tune

Down the long walks of their vows.



Now their love lies a loss

And Love and his patients roar on a chain;

From every true or crater

Carrying cloud. Death strikes their house.



Too late in the wrong rain

They come together whom their love parted:

The windows pour into their heart

And the doors burn in their brain.