There Poem by Leland D'Elormie

There



Under,
Gibbous moons,
Walks that luminous,
Lady in the veil of autumn,
Lips like the unfurling life of the vermillion rose,
See how gently her white feet walk,
See her piercing pose,
Underneath,
Yearning,
There.

High,
Over,
Hollow Trees,
Pass celestial orbs,
Slowing to watch her down below,
Hair like fire, the greatest blazes of the deep blue dusk,
Dark as secrets hid long ago,
Deep beneath the snow,
Who can guess,
What she,
Knows?

There.
As the,
Scarecrow sleeps,
In a deep repose,
There by his bedside on the post,
She sits witch-like on the fence and charms all with her grace,
Dead leaves on the wind chase her hair,
How her eyes do stare,
Gently she,
Commands,
All,
There.

Beneath,
Autumn nights,
Embers flit and fly,
In the hearth of the western sky,
In the clearing she waits for one whom she imagined,
Whom already she loves deeply,
Embers of that sky,
Belong to him,
This is.
Why?

All that she commands is hers, except the aching heart,
Of that high fairy queen is his,
Loyal he remains,
Her servant,
For his,
Heart,
Lives,

There.

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