The days of the bloom
26 September 2016
We designed them slow
Mountains in descent of glow
Pinnacles of grief
Steps a downward slip
Grasping understanding lip
Speech an upward myth
Falling into clouds
From skies heavenly blue shrouds
The fog revealing
Counting the mistakes
Piles of hollow riddled stakes
The game show of minds
Never mind she said
We’ll play moving pawns instead
On board black lilies
The days of the bloom
Your eyes white pearls gave them room
From cheek to the Heart
Reading of the poem:
Per le porte del tormento (Handel) Ann Hallenberg & Monica Piccinini
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