The evening you came, back to prisons of stone
A cheerful moon winked at the stars
A grimace of night and a whimsy of weather
Were tenderly jokes of light.
Like lovers are lonely
Like those who are longing
My suns didn’t shine in the abysmal black
And sad was my wine
And away Merlin’s feather
Before you were frightfully back.
The concrete of feelings would swallow my moan
And laugh at my silly routine
And happily would you bite through my backbone
And dying I’ll welcome your grin.
Daily routine
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