Summer's Ghost

Summer's Ghost ..

I sit alone..ney .. for tis so thence am I lost within mine own maelstrom of dispondency .cast adrift mayhap upon tempestuous storms of doubting..oh pray what might thence thy reward be .. wouldst I offer perhaps in barter of even a thread of hope and knowing thee most intimate ..
Foliage upon the tree ...hath it begun to fall away, thence too doth I. for my lot or toll .. to observe how those most beauteous echoes of each wondrous dawning waken now under promise broken hath become as ashen for thence shall decrepit sorrows awash the vine fruits of passion .. rot and bitter taste pervey...
Canst it thence be so a bloom t'was sayeth to blossom eternal ..hath been chastened most cruellest .. her petals silken ..doth wither betwixt mine finger tips... bloodiest of those agonies that doth eviscerate ere more deepest within mine own silent deathly heart ..so much hath passed over ..shrouds of winter oh how they imprison me of mine own hopelessness ..now that knowest I thou art winter's frozen hand upon mine own brow furrowed .
Verily doth I proclaim in confessions reluctance .that even the melodies of such happiness ..musical keys didst resound our joining oh for too many in multitude be thence the songs we two didst compose upon Summer's hand ..yet now the ebony doth crack neath weighted tearful remorse and ivory lay blood stained ..tainted mayhap of it own realities ..pain wracked composition and torn sheets of belonging doth tumble from mournful and empty eyes for whom such sorrows doth I pray one's fate shall it ne'r cause to cast gazes upon ....

Raven 2016 💜 Summer's Ghost