Her waist a stone laid wall I know
Beside a path walked quietly in the dark
With hair sudden like crashing waves
Informal as a Christmas morning
Full of lights, full of sparks
Persistent as the cattails in the northern breeze
Steady as the trees
And cool as stars, almost unreachable, untouchable
Unbearably far
Yet softer than the flowing mane
Of the mare untamed
In distant field that was once up close
With a breath of steam for a cold grey world
Hang on through mortal comatose
And wake
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
Her waist a stone laid wall I know
Beside a path walked quietly in the dark
With hair sudden like crashing waves
Informal as a Christmas morning
Full of lights, full of sparks
Persistent as the cattails in the northern breeze
Steady as the trees
And cool as stars, almost unreachable, untouchable
Unbearably far
Yet softer than the flowing mane
Of the mare untamed
In distant field that was once up close
With a breath of steam for a cold grey world
Hang on through mortal comatose
And wake
Tess
