Maiden Song

Our ties are conditioned to change, I concede, But loss of love infuses vice She staggers from sensuous embrace to unsavoury tryst A single day for her endures derision and fuses with spite Permissive intrusions on her formative grace ensure a slow descent Idyllic consumption of faith melds with disgrace And discarded life is piled upon nameless symptoms My beloved maiden buries creed She tippy-toes between star-rays in recurrent mists Thrust by uneven electives to the throes of inquest Finding those with a sensitive nature... unbearably kind They judge and spew soundless expletives Clamour for unreachable life infinites, She senses that hope beyond a steep pier is indelibly true... but putatively quaint She dives for cover when senses engage Derides her stilts when time is lost And sings my praise when night invites