Blackest ink, the color of my love, Has carved the snowy footsteps in the night; Compelled to venture where the land grows rough And wrapped in breathlessness like candlelight, Composing notes you may find good enough. Be carved in snowy footsteps of the night And melting snow. With ink as…
Love lightensAs soft starlight brightensEarth wrapped in a hurricane of snow Fold in a lampshade midnight wanderers who goTo feel with all their numbness, anything to knowCold itself is mortal, love not far Eternal, warm, unmarred,Snow-like stars. postscript For day nine of The Trois-Par-Huit. And interesting form based on…
Your silence holds the earth in stark white snow Already fallen, sleeping in her bliss. We're unaware of fire's long-burning glow Deeper than the solid earth's abyss. For down below the demons wrestle. Woe. You have betrayed the mountain with a kiss. You hear…