Ash And Asphodels Poem by Michael Shindler
Ash And Asphodels
Ash and asphodels hang in the morning air
And white is the color of my true love's hair.
Above in the high blue sky a black bird flies
And white is the color of my true love's eyes.
All the wild stars off afar last evening glowed
And cold is the wild blood that last evening flowed.
All cold are the corners of this now strange land
And cold is the caress of my true love's hand.
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