Sunday, March 23, 2014


What does it mean
If your deep dreams
Derive from land
That slew her soul?

How can you live
And hear her voice
In the soft tones
Of time's smooth toll?

Why does your heart
Beat loud and ache
While you writhe as
She rests in mire?

Where is the realm
Of you and her
And children born
Of sweet desire?

When did she know
All hope had flown
And left her lost
Hidden from sight?

Who sees her now
Embossed turquoise
From paradise
Once shining bright?

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