The Loom of Breksta
The Loom of Breksta
Quivering tongues writhe and race
Whispers fortell her cool embrace
Her touch so soft a gentle breeze
A pleasing caress to russel the leaves
The land reborn before my eyes
Filled with dark and foreign skies
An offer come to set me free
My heart to pound, my mind to flee
Claim the beauty of this night
Beneath her silver enchanted light
Embrace the soft and flowing breeze
Adopt the rhythm of the trees
To dance beneath her silver glow
My bitter sense of time will slow
The gentle night like myth and mist
The light of day will steal her kiss
Unfinished dreams leave cruel regrets
Unyielding love one soon forgets
The night my dreams our love her loom
This mournful morning’s come too soon
Copyright © Edward Schmitz | Year Posted 2017
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