Cold Letter

?There were fireflies like genies with lamps
 And the wind that played harps
 For the forest's slow dance.
 Did we ever return without new songs?

 There were battles to vanquish sleep
 We yearned the fields of mystery  our sickles to reap
 Who would soon forget the kiss of heaven
 That nightly turns owls into joyous bards and  maestro the raven?

 Home held cascades for inner refreshing
 Old books and mother's hymns unending
 Father always ready, stories of war to tell by the furnace
 Karn and Evangeline with science obsessed.

 Here I am before the mirror, half myself reflecting
 My soul has eloped offshore with my peace
 I must seek it and what was so enchanting
 That I pay dearly with broken hearts and brooks of tears.

 I must seek it wherever the stars will lead
 With my cruel captain to be the tempestuous wind
 With grief do not our hanging castles destroy
 For I will return to be your little boy.

 Cry. My tears from my end a confluence with yours will make.
 Lie. I will from my end in my dreams you to warmly embrace.
 Sing. Duet will belive coals to keep the cold away.
 String the waves into sleep while I sail.

 Smile and be like the lighthouse guiding me home.
 Pray I return not myself a shadow
 Vile will be the days you do not say a prayer
 And I a ready meal become to the great sea monster.

Copyright © Martins Deep | Year Posted 2018

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