Before the Devil finds out
She is missing –
She can be free, be here;
Looking for a song to wear:
Hair like a mithril waterfall
Under a full snow moon.
There’s hard ground to be broken,
Cold season to battle,
Seeds to be drilled.
The strongest will floursih,
She promises, in
The spaces between rocks …
And if our love be real enough
Strong, limit-beating wings will grow,
Where now there be only buds.
If the liberty bell blues and our chorus
Soar with heart, compassion and courage
She will be free, free from the Satan-burn chains –
At least until the song – and
Our memory of it – fades.
1/3/2013
beeseeker 