In a forgotten tongue, Beseech in evermore valiant: Enriched in a cradle of marigold, and the mist of imperfections. Glitter thy night of wisdom, And shower of repentance glorified.
Hush, startling hiss-***, Hurry, yet do not arise: I shall not be waiting. Serpent tongue, holds hostage, And withering, in crescent omniscient, Bury more than twilight dies.
Speak, gentle summer wind: It’s touches of despair, Sink with constellation knees, And vow to love As if the moon loved the sun. Pretty fallen star, the star that holds heaven Can rest in the dew sunken morning, With a lopsided smile: And let be, be.