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
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
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
and call out to the might of my darling muse
as leaves of life fall one by one
until a spring dawns upon
one of many more
