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Surely my sword 'n secret be her Little Heart daylight new
A certain breathing, grieving, in olden sorcerers be
Until her infantile steps once grew with silk, dew so new.
Until her winking told me that one dark tale I'd soon see.
Little Heart innocent by midnight so cold
Dancing brave, dancing bold until new moon ceased.
Prancing in snow to shun away a sinner's gold,
Decreased, slow seas, in delightful smile deceased.
Oh, Little Heart you have no name of ink or well
You have no bread or cloth in gypsy's cloud
But yet, my little one no words, but yet I tell.
No sermon sighs, hardly any elders proud.
Skipping lightly no dreams to task
Walking on her waters in lands not tended.
Nor silken shoes or frozen vows or wine of flask
Why not little hands work or play ne'er ended?
And mare, stallions dare when dust becomes her air
Rams, sheep, and ravens few step on limb high.
Dressing Little Heart of mountains rare, stones so fair
Depressing a little tongue no touch, no word, no lie.
Angels wings of Little Heart at playground morn
Singing while play and sifting her early hour day.
Smiling several smiles now mournful babes coming born
Little Heart unicorn at last, no idol sash she stays.
Surely, Little Heart, n' laden secrets shred
No certainty birthing light at dusty door ajar.
I see her eternity of life oh cursed dead.
A glimmer eye, a sprite's wink a pathway far.
A Vision in a Blurry Land
She flies herself with crippled wing
All the time wishing with ring.
A lover once in Princess light
Too innocent, too angry in plight.
But still Little Heart walked so young away
Never shedding a silver tear so free
Molding a bare day a given pathway to say.
And then with Ravens singing to their spree.
Camels of gold and desert heat
Dancing hand in hand pretty little feet.
A raven eye, a muffled sigh
A silken gown that ne'er cries.
Oh, my Little Heart, forever be angelic in tunes
Creeping, laughing and smiling at noon
A wicked plate, a rusty fork, a broken loom
Spells a distant rainstorm of tears telling
Little Heart's melting doom.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery