Upon Now Gardened Wastelands

We two amidst the wastelands walked Where heroes fell and mad ghosts leapt. There slaughtered angels we beheld With trembling eyelids moist yet brave, Alone, so drear the gathering Dark! And you, small vessel, cracked with grief- By storm,no less assailed... From haunted trails through orchards thorns, Their bitter fruit by tears well suckled, We'd tarried toiled and tasted much At Sorrow's depthless winepress, 'Til chanced our thusly armored souls 'Pon fated mystic moon-tossed fields To each the other greet... I'd long not heard the fountains speak From obscure and violet banks Nor known the breath of Dawnibg's blush Caress my worn, care-chisled cheek, but then- But then! Your voice, a breeze Like Day's first sigh a'borning, That celestial, sweet sad-burdened song Became my revelie...