About Glum Naiades And Idle Gods

Ethereal calm was sown by Naiades Vague delight Dead wood's paleness, bygone... O weightless thought Microscopic darwins. Particles of a cruel hour-glass That's filled with empty seed. Raining down a poet's grave Earily thy sad wind roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die away When the witty moons pass by like habits I'll starve in bleak dismay Chasms whisper: "Joy is numb...a fatal chalice...no escape" Thou hath waltzed o'er pastures of frailty With cygnets wrapped in moss Murky day-dreams plague thee. O nadir Thy energy disdained by sourness Make thy loom of wisdom Into a sprouting remedy Be aware that thou shall mind Thy timid orphaned naiades A swarm of white owlets To clear my lovesick heart