Crescent Garden
stone pathed verses drain
the tails of lilacs.
somekind of angelic resin
leaks down through the wrist
with a handful of crescent
moons i scatter my yesterdays.
a veiled terrace of twilight stalks
shifts and lengthens through
my crescent silhouette.
fall will bleed soon and the
worm will become devine
once again.
and the blood amongst
the withering lilacs
and the blood amongst the iris.
somehow seems to turn all of my grey
ash's into some meaning.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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