Steady Hallowed Shadow

Tin flavors in the breeze

with plumes

bucolic

dalliance of a few moons

many moons ago-

optimism I couldn't really touch

years ago, they 

didn't know my name

and in years to come

it will be the same

living somewhere

the sun never rises;

the moon never lies down

I can see in nephilim dreams

harbingers are few

Delicate fonts

and words can explain-

the thought escapes me

Social Mother

Hardened wings show

Signs of worth

This too shall pass

This too will come

to a steady halt

Author's Note

Draft ii