Pondering A Wall

Here am I, red and sour. Mine eye smiling to thy side!

He lives in a river

From Carina's door

Washing out the devourer

Of dying acres

Maybe salvation deserves this?

All in my hand overcame me.

Eyes on you, I drowned in yours, and then

My house forsook me.

Lithely trickling away, my name from thee

In a slumber-call...

Hast thou dreamt my name?

Haste, my weight is hollow.

Speak, and it saves me.

Haste, speak, trust me.

Atop a hill, a marvelous night's

Lustrous vistas mark the year,

Creeping across the barony.

Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze,

Admonishing thee of wicked pleasure.

I scheme to renounce my treasure

With a furtive smile, silence

But tears, they stream for thee

Thou! Lusting a dungeon

This land is like... a goblet of the thick

And black!

Brim-filled before the moon-crest

I'm pondering a wall

And poised with knives

And then, I look at you

(Secretly, of course)