A Weepers Loss
The nesting spirit
Colours her bloom to a skylarks call
A mystic red river roars silent
Oer the hushing lips of time
Playing its dance to the weave
of white willow
Lit to her shadow be a birthing moon
Oer sun drenched ocean streams of desire
A promise firm to the pulse of memory
Tempers its fawn to the flesh of Babylon
Mooring its dawn
To the stain wake of night
Spinning ***** to the severed eye
Set dark to the clik
of a keepers find
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
A Weepers Loss
The nesting spirit
Colours her bloom to a skylarks call
A mystic red river roars silent
Oer the hushing lips of time
Playing its dance to the weave
of white willow
Lit to her shadow be a birthing moon
Oer sun drenched ocean streams of desire
A promise firm to the pulse of memory
Tempers its fawn to the flesh of Babylon
Mooring its dawn
To the stain wake of night
Spinning ***** to the severed eye
Set dark to the clik
of a keepers find
