Comments about Lucentia Skygrave
Scattered insomnias collide replete
With my peace that brings unrest
I see these lines reflect in my forehead
Deciphering new faces in the concrete
Until my skin turns to paper-pale
No soul of a bird shall warm my nest
I choose the loneliest way.
I built a soothing house of leaves
Far from your eyes of almond death
My thoughts inhabit centuries they please
Twisting alluvia that harsh winds cannot seize
Reliving eloquent sorrows of an oak
You keep on knocking, but no door is left
To join my repast on wormwood and smoke.
Sour, liquid ...