Downpour by the starlight,
Echoes of your name; sightless,
voiceless ere the wall looming; seamless
red string by a braided hind sight,
And I,
By the stirring crossroads,
and the preluding high way;
Finally you,
Across the flaring lake,
upon the entwined clockwork;
Our sadness reflected,
Joy fleetingly refracted.
Under the twilight sky,
In between the chiming fray;
Within a moss-covered clay,
We thus found the stitch to flay.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Downpour by the starlight,
Echoes of your name; sightless,
voiceless ere the wall looming; seamless
red string by a braided hind sight,
And I,
By the stirring crossroads,
and the preluding high way;
Finally you,
Across the flaring lake,
upon the entwined clockwork;
Our sadness reflected,
Joy fleetingly refracted.
Under the twilight sky,
In between the chiming fray;
Within a moss-covered clay,
We thus found the stitch to flay.
Request permission to use this poem