Pale to the Wind, I Drift.

I’d laid my hand, pale to the moans of wind,
Wearily drifting; and life is a dark flame
That could make the wilts of flowers wraith
Among the eidolons of passing dreams.
I’d laid my hand off to the forgiven shore,
That was the giver of shriveled raging seas
Of unholy fires that drifted and trembled across water
Of silent time, that shrine curled, and it made breaths shallow,
By darkened wells that hid dying waters,
Drought upon the old rocks, fate, and it never bloomed
As the pale flower glared, been waved with the ivy leaf of life,
Been born to the fertile rays that did glance down.

Down to the little memories that’d shadow that gone dream
That whispers to timely wind in between,
And I know I’d been present as the lovely leaf
That would float and glisten upon seas, shining alone,
Glanced to the wails among the fragile bones,
Ghostly to the midriff and that heart beats
And the glimmers of white flowers from valley’s,
And I know I’d been present as the lovely winter in between
Where the shore moans and assumes down the rill;

And may it be that time for hope that anchors me,
It may be as cold as the sprang boney curls of ocean,
And wind that was dead to the mist down the rills,
Pondering on that darkened wind—branched on the seams
That from afar and above, where was that star,
That was always silent, even among the terror of wind,
That star, the quiet star, that lit rivers of salt.

And may it be that time for hope that anchors me,
And may it be that present shore that gleamed the
Heart of some late hour beyond the lone breath of night,
That went through strained crevices that rested the death of
The scowling and crescent sea of spring; and it passed,
And it all passed through the shores,
And it all passed through the bent winds
That neared death and went to light.

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