By morning
Posted: April 21st, 2015, 4:52 am
By morning these lines will be
forgotten, like the bare boughs
and the flaming fire that sent
gypsy embers into the heaven
of your eyes.
The wolfing wind that raised
the eaves will have hushed into a
songbirds breath,
as sweet as the linnet's song.
But still those midnight words
remain folded.
Only written upon the cool side of
my pillow,
where strange tears dry.
forgotten, like the bare boughs
and the flaming fire that sent
gypsy embers into the heaven
of your eyes.
The wolfing wind that raised
the eaves will have hushed into a
songbirds breath,
as sweet as the linnet's song.
But still those midnight words
remain folded.
Only written upon the cool side of
my pillow,
where strange tears dry.