April 20, 2010

• Golden Heart

  Listening in, to the chastely exchanges of wind
  Told a story of a long-haired maiden.
  She spoke with a pallid sigh, "They say,
  Your heart is golden". She cries
  Across a sea split by Moses, tears
  Fall down her crimson eyes.
  "As the tower bell chimes against me.
  As my love tears the skies -
  I, the unholy, know the treasure of sins.
  Even as you martyr me,
  Our laughter still
  Resonates
  In the soil - you buried me in.
  They say, your heart is golden darling,
  Yet I, the immortal,
  I, the unblessed,
  I, hold the key, to a silver chest".

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