Hallowed Weeping

Love Poems

She wanders a thin line between
ice of boreal blue winds blowing cruel
and warmth of colored kaleidoscope
 aromatic days of Vernal equinox
amidst the breathing mystical stones 
calling between the altars of 
yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Pressed for time within the frames
of dawn and twilight,
she'll dream in languid notes
sung in Gaelic songs of auld
for her lover transcended
across the enchanted stones,
knotted to another time 
another place
in chants of hallowed weeping.
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