deep in my earth

deep in my earth your words survive

there beneath

the ageless,

the night,

the moon’s silkened eyes

deep in my earth your words oh how they stroke

a palace of blues,

of grays,

of an artist reborn

as a lover awoke

deep in my earth your words ebb and flow

with the traveler,

the siren

that wanders within and along

our glass spun chateau

Fire in the Water – Feint

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