I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
28 July 2016
Meet me at stark midnight when the ravens are high
The tides walk my footsteps on a ravenous ledge
Where the dark meets the light on neither ground nor sky
Where the talk slips from preps gone to school of the edge
The clueless will flounder their thin minds a sheer fall
In brinks of no longer within a troubled sleep
Thickets a dire pounder no deep grasp to recall
Their greed getting stronger as the walls set so steep
Relinquish the doorways what goes in will come out
The will is in heartpath not within steely mind
The caves flourish subways from bare digging we flout
Brittle veins in bloodbath as hearts open they grind
Show me the avenues that carry your heart’s mine
I will gather you dews from all morrows’ rainshine
Reading of the poem:
Change – Poets of the Fall
No End no Beginning – Poets of the Fall
Dawn – Poets of the Fall
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