The edge of eclipse

 

 

Time heals the wounds dug by the moon

The fishers in the rye and raw corners

Consciousness-quantum touch can not repair

 

Holes side by side within my soul

Can not live without one-loving both

Kills rapidly as the pain overflows

 

The bouquet of roses stung by my hand

Which temptation is best served

Which element is most relevant to her soul?

 

In the artic, dawn by the sea they say ice

In the mountains where the meadow is bright

They say fire, light the way

 

Each is formidable

 But ice, ice is forever

Reviews

[Andromeda]

pretty!