In spilling of curdled thoughts,
Decantering a similar fashion,
To breakages in rocky walls,
Holding back forgotten ponds,
Now captured as memory there,
Due to be knitted on right repetition,
A glimmering pool rippled under,
The flat weight of human dreams,
Light blade crushed under shade,
In echoes of a broken fade,
Love plenty and bring fullness,
Of moon and emotive cavity,
Carry gladly in no haste on,
In abstract dance towards the Sun,
Through forest and swamp mirage,
Guided in hand through soul.
Rowan Blair Colver
Decantering a similar fashion,
To breakages in rocky walls,
Holding back forgotten ponds,
Now captured as memory there,
Due to be knitted on right repetition,
A glimmering pool rippled under,
The flat weight of human dreams,
Light blade crushed under shade,
In echoes of a broken fade,
Love plenty and bring fullness,
Of moon and emotive cavity,
Carry gladly in no haste on,
In abstract dance towards the Sun,
Through forest and swamp mirage,
Guided in hand through soul.
Rowan Blair Colver
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