Silence, and magic will obtain…
Silence, and magic will obtain In small steps. A handful of light Is the cure for the abyss of a hollow spirit.
Finely-crafted footsteps intermingle with Subtle twitches of the eye Refusing blindness. Doubt is a jaded bird with unleavened wings
That flies within range of the vengeful and the ravaged. How may pieces remain Of the original pulchritude forlorn, The smiles that once incited growth through
Tenderness and restraint? The beloved writhes and and begins to glow Like incinerated dust, Its flowers turned into themselves in shame.
Glory will be had In the past, When the fog was new, And it hugged you timidly.
Art: “A Cornfield by Moonlight with the Evening Star” Samuel Palmer