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spindrift
* From my 2024 Wheelsong Books release “Melancholy Moon” … stay tuned for more! *
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how proper that I found you
for my farewell midst the dunes
those sands where I did oft' adore
your flesh daubed by the moon
o numberless, the softened eves
those callow hearts would wend
but promises quite often grieve
and swift would come their end
to press my kiss upon your eye
dove cheek, soft placed a-palm
I bent to meet your sullen sigh
so breathed for kindness' calm
devoutly yours, my self entire
the draught to draw your wine
you yet devour'd me, eyes afire
white-kneed before your shrine
my blood as passion, let to be
the sweet sate for your thirst
a fiery flood you then set free
a seed consumed and cursed
o how's a laurel placed a-brow
this man, so chilled and damned
can bring such deed to thus avow
lost love wrought on the sand
and tho' I wore a garland, brief
so crowned for summer's death
our love had withered as a leaf …
'midst autumn's flaming breath.
Copyright © 2024 Wheelsong Books - “Melancholy Moon” by Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
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Gregory Richard Barden
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