deep in my earth your words survive
there beneath
the ageless,
the night,
the moon’s silken eyes
deep in my earth your words quietly stroke
a palace of blues,
of grays,
of an artist reborn
as a lover awoke

deep in my earth your words survive
there beneath
the ageless,
the night,
the moon’s silken eyes
deep in my earth your words quietly stroke
a palace of blues,
of grays,
of an artist reborn
as a lover awoke