Sigh Clone Love

How my eyes could sigh just to see your clone
Heaven drifts visions of Elysium yon spent
Through the shifting blues of this Dantesque gloom
Ah, the world should not pity your tragic poet, Love
Shall be my burning cross of atonement to bear for another's sins,
And for my own, accused for being of the curst sons of Cain,
 (bearing that unloved original mark)
I accept the damnation of all my brethren to bear as my own
How could the weight of such undying devotion pray for any less?
Visions of The Providential Graces are reserved for those absolved of worldly blame
You may not count my bowed shoulders and bent back amongst such rare elect
Please, never do such a thing, that would only shame the driven nature of my doomed quest
To encounter, embrace with mad furor the subject, the form, the angelic voice of all desires
Lead me only to you and all alone
How my eyes could sigh just to see your clone...




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Written on 2014-04-20 at 23:38

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Your words have a way to make one sigh... So soft, so lovely... where it sends my imagination is just awesome :)
2014-04-22



Here is one of Yhe Salon in mournful mood. The piece resonates with the wistfulness conveyed in the first few lines as the brother seems to struggle with both his heritage and physical characteristics. How fervently our FT empathises with the second concern. We at BirdBrains like very much 'mad furor', perhaps as we have been listening to Stravinsky of late, and we like 'shifting blues' too. Altogether, this has quite an epic feel and we applaud the brother's style :>)
2014-04-21

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Dear Ghost, Loret.
by Chaucer Whethers