. . . In a Weary Eyelid Seen

Her ebony rider drifted as grass in a lazy wind

Young girl longing, yearning to be a woman of age

Eyelids flutter as brown crickets mutter

Hoping she at last will be taken

Her brother Benjamin swore her well

Ne'er let the eyes net the heart to Hell

Better is loneliness with pride, he cried as he died

To her alien ears of words foreign to a bleeding soul

Ebony rider horse at rest seeing journey's best

Young girl mimicking a soulful note of ages yore

Crippling his tongue that opens her door

Laying still as leaves the seasons change

Single steps and man's crumbled precepts

Chaos stands to young girl's side

Her flower and flowers and eyelids deride

A moment, just a moment, a love to hold