Lay still my beating heart

 Beneath the white-wet dew-lit foxgloves,
 The lichens and apricot boughs
 Beneath the dusky gray church-c**k tower
 And the ambient wet westward clouds,
 Lay still my beating heart!
 
 As silence wrestles with silence taut
 As topaz ladybird march unduly
 Through the myriad ichors of lustrous web
 Through a needle of time unraveling,
 Lay still my beating heart!

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Has a lyrical feel to it, impeccable word choices, quite a lovely read.