by elo69santa cruz, California, USA
Aug 2014 447 Views 3 comments
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love to thy shade of whispers gain
lace and mane to twain
running stallion of stars the sea reflects
sand for my bones the stone has worn
circles into circles
tracks
about this tower on the moon
windowed were ravens go
bearing letters of loves folly
torn of script and scattered fray
pages for the wind like years
they were the color of every season
woven to beauty dress
a beggar for a fool and cup to sorrows dark
the luster in the wine was red and deep as humanity's age
pleas lord lay me down unto fields of green
for the night is long
with so many miles to walk
lace and mane to twain
running stallion of stars the sea reflects
sand for my bones the stone has worn
circles into circles
tracks
about this tower on the moon
windowed were ravens go
bearing letters of loves folly
torn of script and scattered fray
pages for the wind like years
they were the color of every season
woven to beauty dress
a beggar for a fool and cup to sorrows dark
the luster in the wine was red and deep as humanity's age
pleas lord lay me down unto fields of green
for the night is long
with so many miles to walk
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Comments (3)
...torn of script and scattered fray pages for the wind like years...with so many miles to walk is such beautiful imagery. Intriguing, too, is the imagery of sand for my bones the stone has worn. Since the journey is long, and often seems circuitous, it is nice when one can find respite in fields of green. Thanks for sharing.