davidanaandrake

There where the clouds of storm swirl, there is my gallantry's edge. I'll wrap you in gentle clouds, I'll weave your dreams out of fragrant sedge. In the currents of the winds my dolour gyrates--I search there for your auburn curls. I get lost in the kingdom of backwaters, murk persecutes with poignant black pearls. At the ends of the sky I hear your dudgeon--but my hands won't reach you up there. Sleepy haze covers your charming silhouette, ignis fatuus plays its baleful ayre. Where did fate pass your cries? your voice-a rose water on me. On the unstable empty shore, you're always a spiritual absentee. Your lyric peace turns into a melody,