Peacetime Memorial Affairs
A Broken Altar, ineligible service;
It was done on purpose we never sought -
Lyrics develop their own order,
A virtue rare among gone for naught.
And yet my soul, fugitive and wistful in league with them.
Its skies skin tender and frailer's sin is
In yielding too below to the feet of Minstrel.
Repent, my God, with combed hair I'll refrain from leaning since.
Shall I ever sigh or pine for being not mistreated?
Ask in poetry about its peace and Paradise
And me... do let be sanctified on the altar of melted metrics
With one Little Girl, remounting upstairs as many poems ago.
My lines and life are free, as poet said, free as a rode
Loose as the winde , I'm offered and I pray under my widowed cloth:
Just, may my Heart not die within the magi's cold dispute of the play.
It was done on purpose we never sought -
Lyrics develop their own order,
A virtue rare among gone for naught.
And yet my soul, fugitive and wistful in league with them.
Its skies skin tender and frailer's sin is
In yielding too below to the feet of Minstrel.
Repent, my God, with combed hair I'll refrain from leaning since.
Shall I ever sigh or pine for being not mistreated?
Ask in poetry about its peace and Paradise
And me... do let be sanctified on the altar of melted metrics
With one Little Girl, remounting upstairs as many poems ago.
My lines and life are free, as poet said, free as a rode
Loose as the winde , I'm offered and I pray under my widowed cloth:
Just, may my Heart not die within the magi's cold dispute of the play.