Sing to Me

what impel
have i known
of thee

’tis nothing
for the wretched crux
of lashed tongues

red devils crossed
and secrets scrawled
in restless vies

this reverie

sweet venus sol

thy vow attests

for what doth reason
e’er requite
but rivers carved
of curved swaths

alas, mine arid heart
must heed

this harrowed curse
of solemn sanctum

before yond waning shores
wend waxen

sing to me
in swells of sooth

ere walls succumb
to ruthless lunes
of quietude

[image credit: Giovanni Segantini]

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