Igraine
Igraine
but she had soul this sweetest one Igraine,
despite the tinkling of the gentle rain,
when lovers meet and thoughts are all nonplussed...
and loving eyes can't tear away, but must...
and here i am alone in love again,
inside music holds a misty sweet refraim,
subtle, sweet, ironic with disdain,
can i break through the moral rust,
where love is on the always mortal cusp,
the passion for my sweetest one Igraine,
...Seperation time and place,
returns, remains?
Though tender thoughts return again I must,
Get a grip take the Mammoth by the tusk,
And take a chance amongst the love-lost mortal slain,
Though winters chill does bite the shanks again,
Fore flesh an bone returns again to dust,
remains….
Don
re: "dark Angel" Mystic Rose...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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