The Chronicle of Lost Lovers
"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers"
Lionheart, kindred spirit, my dear Confederate Ghost,
Golden Light emits clandestine hearts’ swinging lanterns.
Tis shadow play on love struck phantoms -
Pendulum incense imprints the air,
"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers".
Breathe into each other intoxicating Passionflowers,
they walk naked through some enchanted sleep.
Drink dew from sweet satin skinned hollows,
'tis the foxing hour in
"Lost Love Woods"
Plunge deep into her Ocean, thy ravishing tempest.
Hold tight her hand, for a Lionheart can drown
in her immortal siren song, she is your longest quest.
Dip your quill into her ink, your now lost Lionheart.
Love Lost, reverse.
In the Maze of Life, lost love meets as LIGHT through scenes of cracked time.
Lionhearts and Tempests, lie naked in their dreams, ne'er rhymes.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2v5P0h66aCY
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
D.H. Lawrence
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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