Restless wind carries intermittent sighs,
little sad-edged parcels frayed by time;
each one searching for a cleft within a lost soul.
Peat bog seeps stealthily through pimpled skin,
lifting hairs rigid, meeting dew clad drops
as they fall from limpid, staring eyes.
Choir-ed voices long ensconced within marbled walls
echo prayerful sonnet toward ivy-clad relics of ancient myth,
donors of alchemy doused in riveted spores.
Beliefs rooted in shadowy prisms bow before the moon,
raven, ragged wisps cling to bare shoulder,
hands settle in acquiesce.
Resignation seated before hopeless odds,
stalwart in view of all denunciation,
coupled in hope of truth.
The child hopes.... the woman knows,
earth, sky, light, dark,
whispers persist for a time... then die.
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