dormiveglia ~
A walk I took among rambling ivy and heathers,
to catch a glimpse of the swollen moon.
I witnessed her giving birth to phantoms, shadow’s sisters —
daring to tell her my loneliness, heart never knowing love;
body absent of experiencing any cardinal ecstasy.
My one love took another, with a sardonic expression upon
an otherwise innocent face, in front of me.
For it seemed to be the season of ice for me.
Heart caught in a maelstrom of icy crystals,
inevitably, entered paralyzing sorrow.
No, No!
A walk I took meandering around, I recall feeling restless;
till I reached a decrepit cemetery I’ve never seen before,
atop of a strange hill.
Yew trees guarded sleeping souls, lying next to their beloved,
or strangers.
Dewdrops from a Fae’s wand glistened upon enchanter’s nightshade,
entangled within the thorns from briar roses.
I sat upon an ancient moss covered, stone bench.
Pungent earth, dampness surrounded me, inquisitive owls
stared at me.
My heart cried its lament, to forever be alone, my heart will
never find its love’s home.
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