The Shadowed Sea.

And when the shadowed sea slicked,
The dead moon of the sea was watchful,
And in its glare, with thy dead streams,
Lapped once with earthly stars,
And there birthed the era to be
Beyond the words that melt with wax
Upon the structured shines of light,
Between dreams and eidolons,
And I’d remember, day passing,
Memory was dark and lit by dead moons
Thousands of them into the mire,
Alone with sorrow in its glaze,
Alone with the lurks of darkness
Wrathful by a shore’s blanketed leaf
That was adrift between the bones and rivers
Of this eden of sorrow, alone.

And when the shadowed sea slicked,
The dead moon of the sea was watchful,
And in its glare, with thy dead streams,
Lapped once with earthly stars
Eras crept upon, sooner than the last,
With time as a wasted notion, alas,
With memory darkly splintering upon the glass strained,
As the lone star in the night,
Weeping bitterly to its breast;
And below by a dozen little softened moths in lamps, tucked,
Was the remembrance of that sweet sound of wings,
And the unlit darkness of the morning to come.

And when the shallow shores
Caressed my hands and made them clean with salt,
I’d sit back and know of my sorrow
And everything that I’ve lost.

© 2019 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: