in fires of its breath
gardens with misty wings
be left upon the stars
which ashen mornings bring

a sight of heavens rich
the golden rain of old
from corner of the eye
through sieve of drowning souls

as wet of earthen stories
she drinks away the hours
broken but gentle still
volleys the passing showers

and wistfulness of past
the summer's broken dream
as pressed love in pages
may haunt a roses' sleep

to lip a life's desire
destined to bleed the night
which husky secrets share
do spying ears of time

i lean upon the frame
of tender springs unseen
behope the oozing light
through rosy tinted screen