Immaculate Charms of the Sceptered Veil

Sweetly I Fade

Accept, my dear, this little token

And if between the lines you seek

You'll find the love I've often spoken

The love my dying lips shall speak

Under moonbeams, when the soft silver

Drips shimmering drops for you

Love, with little hands

Comes touch and understands

With a thousand memories

And asks you…Do you know what love means?

Love stays forever like a stream

That flows but never flows away

Though there are shadows on my brow

And furrows on my cheek, in truth

The marks where Time's remorseless plough

Did its bidding, and bartered with my heart

I count no more my wasted tears

They left no echo of their fall

I mourn no more my lonesome years

This blessed love atones for all

Strong in the love that came so late

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream

Yet, if Hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day

In a vision, or in none

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within the dreaming Sun

Alone, there is no help

I kiss the part

You'll get no more of me, except my heart

With my last breath I shake the hands before me

Tis faith I grasp beside my bed

Who would have guessed

Alone, undressed

My thirst for hunger's embrace

Leaves me hollow of belly

And full of salvation's taste

The close designs and crooked lines

Are bold yet undone

Restless, unfixed in principle and place

Words thrown like stones in disgrace

For want of a coin, the treasure was lost

For want of a treasure, the soul was lost

For want of a soul, the man was lost

Moments lost in time

Like tears in the rain

I never knew that tears could stain

A Taste Like Yesterday

I cursed my heart

Till I met a man that had none

His eyes were like mine, without a face

A taste in my mouth, like yesterday

Moons pass and echoes are left unscathed

One would speak of lullabies

I stomach my resolve

And hardly a teardrop falls

That isn't cradled on my cheek

Dwell on this scale of empty hearts

Pretender is thy name

This is the theme of all but one

Reluctant to be alone again

Yet better this, than alone in me

I would like to go away for awhile

And then come back and begin again

Willow Weep

Ebon flower of the willow weep

Prancing up the hilly steep

Your evening ringlets wiggling long

All fluted

Twirling in the whirling wind of wincing summer

Gardenia dawn

Sycamore of sorrow, pray I'm swallowed

Dark earth gremlins, root legged, hobbling

In the crypts of my turned wound

Ill-famed fair one, steal my lightning

Stake me with steel, for my haughtiness

Straddle the abyss shroud and call me harlot

Call me worm-wielder

Everso, but out loud