Firm Marble and the Blue Cradle
With equal warrant
Two minds do tell each a one-sided story
Torn like a river between twin mountain base
Confound I ever deepen more in the river bed
‘O blend my captor in marble hollows
Behold me in thus your womb of safeguard
No sheltered arms among them of foe
Bury in sands wider than desolation
Even so the slightest of daggers augurs my seclusion
Help me burrow deeper my lawful cause of waned will
Felled from a great brim I have unearthed the last limit
No stone will bewilder thee;
That he may thinketh he is not me
And for your disunion; I will alter even the waters to stone
Taken from the earthly shelters did they strike
Then awoke atop a steep and vast mountain in spring
I gazed and pondered for three days
Yet could not think of to decline
So did I tarry a constant gaze for all of days
Often a watch of azure tints and wispy buoyant billows
But more oftentimes anight where fortune fled with dreams ideal
No pence; as panic has been allayed to rest
And my mind’s angst to rise again
As the full ripe air resides in no leftist brain
I look to western bounds to warm by the fiery hearts glow
‘Til I wary the heights of this fortune’s wheel
Shall I wield a light that cannot find the space of time
And for my ever blinking eye
Subsiding in dual minds rarely do I travel
Yet everlastingly I will romance with the apparitions blowing oft
Where the blue cradle never ceases to be free aloft