The lighted words of prose
Such fair shades, we exclaim
Like prayers and soft songs
Creeping in veins of thought
The blood of brave naivety

The dew which feeds, on flight
With lofty wing, then out of sight
We ought not but touch with joy
The silver tongue of mercury sent
Escape, the clinging grasp of heaven

Into the bowels wept, melancholy
The distant airs of sweet digest
To spill the ink, of bloodless cries
On the regress of time, as it flies
Lit upon the murky waters ebb

Caught without surrendered fear
Within the clumped throat of poetry
Unearthed, we pray, forgiveness
Love unchained and drunk in wine
We wrangle and write, so blissfully

BB2013