Blackened bird upon my brow;
Corvus Christi on my crown:
Could there be, oh could there be
Balm, sweet Balm in Galilee
Wild Roses grown in Gilead
White Daffodils on Sharon's sea . . .
The shores, the shores of Sharon's sea:
wingtips lapping cedar beams
leave no trail of murrey'd deeds;
tapping shoulders with your blades
rustling in the hollow reeds,
among the Seals of Solomon
Two Lovers, lost in Lebanon,
rose, to where the Stars of David bloom --
She in gules and He in vert . . .
Sable Bird upon our brows;
Corvus Christi on our crowns.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 1:47 AM UTC
Blackened bird upon my brow;
Corvus Christi on my crown:
Could there be, oh could there be
Balm, sweet Balm in Galilee
Wild Roses grown in Gilead
White Daffodils on Sharon's sea . . .
The shores, the shores of Sharon's sea:
wingtips lapping cedar beams
leave no trail of murrey'd deeds;
tapping shoulders with your blades
rustling in the hollow reeds,
among the Seals of Solomon
Two Lovers, lost in Lebanon,
rose, to where the Stars of David bloom --
She in gules and He in vert . . .
Sable Bird upon our brows;
Corvus Christi on our crowns.
July 4th, 2013
