Love doth render my heart gently As if moments of time are softly unworked by time Yet each day, they are threaded in again A soft piece of fabric My heart worn and repaired with time
A thickish blue in its dancing rays is rare The rivers resound softly A gentle song pervades across the moor A visage of a man is heard far from the blackish gates His pray louder than the russet Sun
I know the distance between us are ivory tip into an ebony bone still my blood boils over red as my heart, tunnelling through the night seeking the soul who ignited the light.