A Song To Ek
The leaves are dead and rotting
The fish buried under the mud
The bear is in his cave sleeping
Snow floats down from above
The Earth is solidly frozen
While my heart burns with such heat
For you, my love who was chosen
To deliver me from the deep
Deep, dark depths of solitude
Flash of lightning under the waves
The water churls and whirls into
A funnel of death and decay
Above, your own storm whirling
Black thunder clouds, howling winds
We send our Souls out hurling
To crash together and to blend
But what sweet blending it is!
The twist of our mutual storms
The sunrise of our hearts begin
Such bliss it is to see the morn.
Copyright © Vino Brooze | Year Posted 2018
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