Love's Love Spell

Love’s love spell Barred clouds of red glows the sky Night is premature and thins the light with a resonating cry Spinning slowly around, regulated by Time as a Conductor She humbly rides in reverence on the Swinger Brewing below a pearl of brilliance marked as a Vulture A vintage season when white is not worn after Labor Day; Trees shed; and snow purifies natures sins away. She orchestras in the cold and brings fog to the meadow Lastly, she demands the forest fever to go Her curse; as above will be what's bewitched below Flip of her hand winnow winds whip the ripen vine And twitter the leaves in acrobatic line She harvests the heart under the full moon The twigs snap and crack to the tune A forest floor a pot of stew whose will it swoon Who shall fall victim to Her love's spell? Intractably, indivisible, not even death will be able to unveil Their heart's, sense's and soul's will ply like tree root in soils Suffer yoked hearts of pain or a kiss of joy through cursed toils Whether they're near or far away it's felt like induced coils Treasurer's heart will free-fall steeper than Niagara Falls Held captive to psycho-physical calls Ultimately in tunnel vision like closing in walls Bloom of light is the spells biological start One deliberating night emerged a deciduous heart.