With a whisper from the stars
Telling their every secret
That eternity has told them
In nighttime breeze that courses
To carry her from this sad clay earth
And upwards to the ether
Where swirling nothing presides
Cradling her aching body
To comfort her from this life
As music unheard by others
Drowns away a cacophony of madness
In crickets and bullfrogs
Daytime releases its grip
The working world evaporating
As the evening passes judgment
The lover she returns to
In velvet-gloved sangria
As nature has given its protection o’er
Nothing more vexes
As her eyes are closed in gentle surrender
In a dream of faeries, pixies and waterfalls
Night claims her
Night owns her
Night loves her
What an excellent piece, it does, remind me of someone, never the less brilliant writing !!
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