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A Maiden's Sigh
Whilst we stand on rocky ridge;
Viewing a visible land so cold.
Panting like hungry dogs to binge
Meat of young dreams old.
Saying false boasts to self so sure
Confident of steps so slow.
Taking sun's maiden soul so pure.
Breath quicken slowly so low.
Hearts ripping a moonbeam sky;
Cursing the book tales of life.
Fear of reading thus we die
Kneeling with blade I no longer cry.
Meadows few, rocky ledges sharp
Walking her love in yellow petals soft.
Laying weary on angels' harp.
Hiding my secret in spiders' loft.
God, you take this wretched hand
Strip him of dignity pale, precise.
Lay him crushed behind her fan
View broken name to dark demise.
Maiden's stroll milky seas in straight
Softly singing, swinging white hands;
Glimmer of smile treads ancient gate
Giving them pause, and sand for lands.
Firefly sing one plea to God above
Sitting on wheat sprout so proud
Give her a darkened dove
Cause me to love her aloud.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery