lacuna ~

my tales are yet unknown,
all will unfold…

when it’s time for shadowy velvet wings to arrive,
carry me away in stormy winds;
where dusky forests meets the anxious sea.

along broken pathways,
amongst swaying yew trees with amethyst leaves...
seven silver orchids dance in the snow.

down,
down,
down,

below ancient steps, ghostly ophelias,
weeping before locked doorways, greets me.

their torn, frail shrouds...