weltschmerz

White Dwarf

 

Daffodils smell of summer 
And oblivion that seeks
Me out before small daisies 
Have awoken from slumber 

Heart lockets tell tales woeful
Of redamancy made up 
And hands trembling at the 
Voice that flickers the candle

Neverseas drag me below
To ocean floors where no
Lover could wake me from
My fine lemon shark pillow