The Stings I Carry


Summon the winds and swear
If ever my God you were
Like silver in the morning-fields
I'd give my life for you

I do not exist
I am but two eyes and a shadow
I would make you see
If I had the courage

Dance your celestial witch-dance
Gracious and hurtful

Weep like the night-clad sky
A crumbled leaf in dirt I lie
For slumbers sweet embrace I try
And in my dream that I may die







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