Say Farewell Deep, Dark Breeze
Say Farewell, Deep, Dark Breeze
I stand, you stand, all at alone waiting
Winds kissing your hair, we look to the skies.
You curse, you promise with empty debating.
Your feet tremble, your maidens love your lies.
Dark, dark hair with tongue so dry
Choosing your throne so easily it’s gone.
Violent kings, rusty things, all come to die.
But I see only my image with you alone.
You gave me no vow, no promises given
Not even drip one of pure spring essence.
You, my beauty, are going slowly, ne’er driven.
Mountain tops, ravens stop to touch your cresence.
Why beg me with your eyes of fire coals
Alluring such beauty in your lips of red?
Menacing, battles lost, a crying foal.
Singing a single song while you drown in bed.
I’ll always cherish your brunette hair
Flowing unfettered, wild, and madness made.
I find you once again, and kiss your air.
We find your solace softly laid.
© 2019 Kenneth Avery