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Your Majesty of Tears

     
The spirit of the mirror      
feeds these years in blood    
it dries quickly,      
marking the place      
where blue skies wither      
& brittle corn sighs dust    
     
   
In search of your rose      
I worry ghosts    
drawn like a bee      
past bludgeon of murdering clock    
wing torn weary      
& beating a fool's tune    
the shock of bitter tongue    
blind to thorns of the heart    
     
   
Your reflection      
was always a dream      
from a place I dared not look    
the cruelest truth      
ruling love imperfect--    
your majesty of tears    
     
   
But once      
away on the mountain      
gnawing earth alone with the crows    
there for a moment      
I was certain    
although we never got to dance      
I almost glimpsed    
a perfect smile in your soul
Written by Abracadabra (Abra)
Published | Edited 21st Aug 2012
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