More in Loom
Veil of Wind and Other Garments
It was too late
for sleeping~
the night
dressed in cold leaves
shook loose the reins
of wind
from my hand,
we flew green shadows
through a loom
of trees,
the moon,
a stalk of silver
wove white hooves,
in fields of stars
collapsing
in dawn's arms,
But we,
beyond the branches
of all reckless heaven's reach,
fed our wingless hearts
to echoes
of vast beauty's
endless doom.
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