Trefoil

In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, hussily strewn, as oil painting life, exactly whispers secrets of easy night, spreading open dews, slappy cold earthy maw, bubbling crude, trefoil in the raw. Clovers of hope in emer_hold, holding dreams in a tender fold, unspoiled cocoon. Starlust, fermented, hits the floor, ambrosia meets eco-saloon. Wetted sheen of eye- in life’s fleeting dye, chasteful chase meadow chased down with purples and rye. Crystal lover, in your gaze so clear, mirrored, reflections of truth that draws us nearer, to nigh, vulnerability, fragile as glass, yet fierce with grace, graceful as undeniability. Alas, lass A chrysalis, evolution, symbol of luck, thine nature’s art, chosen- art thou set, app art plucked. A gentle reminder, four leaf lover touches over the heart, of matters, and in the shards of broken algor, Maddest Hatter, Petrichaste portis trigger. Guarded by the fae, a watchful eye, protection beneath the open marillion sky. Yet within the crystal’s shimmering gleam de opulence, wined, dined. Here lies a yearning to dream, to believe, to redeem our vigil-stance tangled de vine. So hold your trefoil, your crystal’s stencils and spoils, pixels, spaded in bubbling soil, toil and trouble. In a world that’s often fast and low, bones to be measured, tones, symbols, thusly tethered- tethered thusly, double meaning, ingested subtly. O beyond the lies, lies the whispered — hope, though green and out of the blue, emerald of dopamines— treasures true, three lock boxed, laid in womb, purity— born anew.