I wish you well
My dear old friend
My green-backed flame
Set along the clouds.
You lie beyond the night
When the people have all
Fallen asleep in their cots
Doomed to awaken
To a gilded sky that brews
With unseen grace
Not invisible because eyes
Cannot track it
But invisible because gazes
Are melded with the grass.
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
I wish you well
My dear old friend
My green-backed flame
Set along the clouds.
You lie beyond the night
When the people have all
Fallen asleep in their cots
Doomed to awaken
To a gilded sky that brews
With unseen grace
Not invisible because eyes
Cannot track it
But invisible because gazes
Are melded with the grass.
