breadcrumbs
passionfruit
little bird
drowning
rainbow
lost in you
clean
be
blue blood
god
mangled
a wreath
perhaps...
is somebody
keeping score?
fading
drunk
my awakening
the eye of the beholder
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'twas death that delivered unto Neptune a maiden fair
what lawless act of courage
to drown her woes in the tourmaline sea
what belated desperate plea
was her path trod to humility?
what cold wind did blow within
to deliver her soul to both earth and sea?
they who looked down never did see
the blood that did make Neptune's foam beard blush
the dread picture erased with the god's thirsty desire
'twas a storm that raged that day she disappeared
the thunder spikes from her eyes unleashed
and rained down her passions
to the barren earth they had scorched
with such precious delight
she had surrendered her arms at twilight
to spill forth unspoken words from ruptured gullet
spill forth and carry on the wind toward the sun
in that hush moment when the moon sails the ocean at half mast
to claim its place high in the sky
could we have heard her silent cry?...
for that tender hand that ought have saved her
the angel's wing that ought have caught her
or the cloud laid down to cushion the fall...
no.
no, she had to sink deeper
deeper and deeper still
broken and bleeding
oh cruel untamable ocean!
that you could have resisted but chose to entice!
was it your stillness that so beguiled
our young and fair maiden to shed mortal state
and leap, to scorn her own fate?
that an immortal god should sneer
at the despair of a tormented soul
and at once rejoice...
that such beauteous flesh had chosen his kingdom
as final resting place.
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