Scarlet dirge casts sense restrained. And I danced our soul-forest like beauty died, Taste me like the butterfly; And just this once…
Flowering requiem weeps, for lovers glass choirs. Unclosed like the first rose, The rain falls like your eyes; And just this once, Let me sail our tourist in sovereign misfortune.
I host widows in starlight serenades, Give stillness to this my, featured Autumn. Let me rest in your (endless) arms.