By the ancient bones of some antlered creature, singing out in ivory tones
A reckless murmur in the dark –against the tinder, a silvery flicker, a lonesome spark
Through blessed decay, youth blooms against the lifeless shivers of these old bones
Children dancing in amber cinders, hear the crows & ravens bicker, the golden peal of the lark
A reckless murmur in the dark –against the tinder, a silvery flicker, a lonesome spark
Pine of black, withheld by pillars of marble –built to last
Children dancing in the amber cinders, hear the crows & ravens bicker, the golden peal of the lark.
What a thing, the pallid palace outlived by the ochre grass
Pine of black, withheld by pillars of marble –built to last
There we caught it between our ribs, it set us loose –a clever thing, brought up to string its own noose.
What a thing, the pallid palace outlived by the ochre grass
I’ll never forget or forsake you love, always remember you in our youth
There we caught it between our ribs, it set us loose –a clever thing, brought up to string its own noose
Through blessed decay, youth blooms against the lifeless shivers of these old bones
I’ll never forget or forsake you love, always remember you in our youth
By the ancient bones of some antlered creature, singing out in ivory tones
A hastily written little pantoum