Lykren
07-21-2013, 03:53 PM
A heart spun, refracted amusingly
through layers of ice held captive
by the stares of long-faced sailors.
Little eyes flickered like stars
and swept over the short grass
as the wind kept up its wild
request; bury me not where there
are songs and candles, but in the smallest
room, where sleep the greatest hopes.
Child, owner of heart and eyes, you ask
me questions I like to answer least, selecting those
that sway in the heat of mid-August
like weary travelers, or that venture into mist
with the strength and courage of a storm.
The night ends but cannot speak for me;
our cabin by the sea is wholly memory.
You wish for something more than fate -
it cannot do, except to wait.
through layers of ice held captive
by the stares of long-faced sailors.
Little eyes flickered like stars
and swept over the short grass
as the wind kept up its wild
request; bury me not where there
are songs and candles, but in the smallest
room, where sleep the greatest hopes.
Child, owner of heart and eyes, you ask
me questions I like to answer least, selecting those
that sway in the heat of mid-August
like weary travelers, or that venture into mist
with the strength and courage of a storm.
The night ends but cannot speak for me;
our cabin by the sea is wholly memory.
You wish for something more than fate -
it cannot do, except to wait.