Nevermore
O impetuous Muse surround me
with ashes of moody youth
recall silken moments uncertain,
where marbled words wrote an elaborate history.
Nectar thoughts,
not moments, dappled drab
where ruined feathers in darkness dwelt
Ornate years of passion, spilling fire
When summer spoke,and spring day-dreamed
and Autumn kissed me with
gaudy leaves.
Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world,
solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
Blithe, dramatic, reckless dreams
flowing with precocious, peculiar streams
Luxurious with sadness,
time’s cruel wheel
rolls vast recollections that slowly yield
cold, closed canyons of
endless truths,
touched with the starry
kiss of youth.
Suzanne Delaney
for Harry
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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