Your Wake
there was a wake,
that we could see in the sky
like a ripple in the clouds at night.
for one time
I could see in your mind
like your eyes were a shrine
at the gates of some divine...
As the clock works,
in your own words,
i have the revenue based on your work
and i have the records here to fill a whole book
and no one can catch you but i have you open
i have you open like a crook.
Withering
winter
spring
send me a flower up a frozen over stream
wrap it around a ring to keep it anchored
to stop the weathering.
You're like a smooth cold stone
but you're not my own
im with the sediment
its getting overgrown
where is the sentiment?
I'm feeling alone
ill drink it til its gone
Copyright © Helena Lovern | Year Posted 2016
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