I wept for the dying of my innocence
Hanging precariously from a broken moon
I swirled in the dance of the spiraled flame
Connections dripping, dangling…teasing
The August night lingering into the false dawn
While the gnarled owl whispered of wisdom eternal
I spoke but voice was akin to a pixie's flight
I wept for the dying of my motherhood
The May Queen now retired to desolate chambers
Poisoning youthful thoughts with ageless dreams
My finest Brandy trickling away in the amber of my soul
The spirit wolf paces impetuously for the waning dusk
But the eclipse stole the passing of the night
And I forgot to cheat sleep with exuberant charm
I wept for the dying of my wisdom
The crone no longer spins the web of truth
Memories spun into the ethereal weave of fate
And my soul was undefended in its long, cold night
While the ghouls knocked wickedly at my door
I laughed but the sound broke the light
And I never chanced to weep again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked it it's sad like there are sad things that you read and love but this one is I've lost something sad. It's good I like it. Lylyanna