Take this withered spirit,
Brush the detritus cradle,
Away into indigo fires,
Luminous perpetual winds,
Blowy nourishing heat,
Nocturnal sweet aroma,
By moonlit song before,
The moment of writing,
A pause in broken silence,
Waiting from the eyes,
Into restless hikes within,
Living rooms and kitchens,
Mix these phantoms while,
Foraging the gold-pits,
Remarking the crunch of sticks,
From a memory forgotten,
Cordial embrace and final,
Piece to a puzzle,
Slipped in the pocket,
Form a blessing,
Bring sanctuary for light,
Let it vigour and curdle,
While spinning true reason,
To make the binding of life,
Virtuous.
Rowan Blair Colver
Brush the detritus cradle,
Away into indigo fires,
Luminous perpetual winds,
Blowy nourishing heat,
Nocturnal sweet aroma,
By moonlit song before,
The moment of writing,
A pause in broken silence,
Waiting from the eyes,
Into restless hikes within,
Living rooms and kitchens,
Mix these phantoms while,
Foraging the gold-pits,
Remarking the crunch of sticks,
From a memory forgotten,
Cordial embrace and final,
Piece to a puzzle,
Slipped in the pocket,
Form a blessing,
Bring sanctuary for light,
Let it vigour and curdle,
While spinning true reason,
To make the binding of life,
Virtuous.
Rowan Blair Colver
