With what wonder?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

With what wonder has the season come?

Its treasure lies in earthen ships,

that carry dreams across the foam.

And how your memory of her now rapes

the fleshly heart that once bore scenes,

so veiled in smoky stains of tears;

it cries as on its crutches leans,

and ever fills itself with fears.

Be born anew to taste the sky

Lay waste cocoon and upwind fly...

 

 

Reviews

[the_stoic]

i could not get the meaning of the last sentence ..

"so veiled in smoky stains of tears;
it cries as on its crutches leans,
and ever fills itself with fears."

stupendous !