And she awakes, a clotting of distress,
Conceals her waist into the evening dress
Of ravens’ nest –
A moment to the needles,
Which wet the brain… (along with causing riddles)
Lady of smoke,
I follow thy way
Ascending to the foamy dunes of May…
Should I, unrest, await thy restoration?
A kiss of waves, a mouthful of tension...
“Relapse to pest!”
Before I drained the spirit,
Which spits the flame... a moment to the limit...
“Lady of smoke,
Together we should lay
Bestowals for the rituals of May!”
And she recurs to weathering her dress
Of seagulls’ corks, a glotting of cadence,
To things that sense...
A moment to the window –
To cut her wanes, yet res’nant to this limbo...
Lady of smoke,
You may ingustly grey
Descendants to the ever-spirting ray.
_________
27\18/05/12 – devoted to Goddess of Rain
Lady of Smoke
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2012
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