The fear, passing faith, death upon my knees
The tears from your eyes, shadows that sign

I hold the earth within my hands,
O take the beauty that glimpsed you first


of_acorns_that_gather

In graceful dance of ever, as fountains have towered above me
The days of celebration and that of the foul lake
Fathers of the knell...
...burn up the sun

And pluck

carve_me_in_sand

Such are lovers more than grace can seem
The pictures of the immaculate
Even their heaven bows to this earth

The fairest, beautiful and withered
Not even nature's o

summer_for_the_dames

Inbossom my head forth, lead me into silent poetry
Wretchedness leaves my eyes desired
As labouring claims those golden hairs
Come appetise my tongue to heavenly moistures


the_touch_of_a_crown

The grief that lies bleeding in me
No less in pity than in glory
O creatures that are dearest to me...
...put on your crowns

I look into the sky and dream of oceans

kneading_with_honey

O never a breath to hold me
Silent is the unstrung harps (in play)
The laying of wedding sheets down
Envy the masters of my passions

Shape me,
I am as wet as

god_send

With grace my mother can you play the harp
Like an angel to a saint
I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp

Dei gratia,
heal the wounds that cut so deep