Written By Zyanya
Sept. 3, 2020, 3:05 a.m.(12/15/1013 AR)
The persimmons are heavy on the tree tonight
they tempt autumn's late frost, plump and firm
but like my heart they need more light
before they are sweet enough to eat
and the sun has been so shy.
they tempt autumn's late frost, plump and firm
but like my heart they need more light
before they are sweet enough to eat
and the sun has been so shy.
Written By Zyanya
Sept. 1, 2020, 8:27 p.m.(12/12/1013 AR)
Stars strewn recklessly bright
their winking tempts
a reach, a swipe,
joy of capture, their cold flutter
between my hands.
Diamond moths,
you do not realize
I do not know these skies
or where I should return you.
their winking tempts
a reach, a swipe,
joy of capture, their cold flutter
between my hands.
Diamond moths,
you do not realize
I do not know these skies
or where I should return you.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 31, 2020, 5:24 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
On all sides
this jeweled glory
her gilded gaze
gilded cage.
When the earth cast us off
warm and welcome touch
returned unsteady feet
to steady ground.
this jeweled glory
her gilded gaze
gilded cage.
When the earth cast us off
warm and welcome touch
returned unsteady feet
to steady ground.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 31, 2020, 12:38 a.m.(12/9/1013 AR)
Promises made at night collect
like dew on unfurled leaves:
they vanish with the dawn,
or they soak my sleeves,
to leave them heavy
on my solitary walk.
like dew on unfurled leaves:
they vanish with the dawn,
or they soak my sleeves,
to leave them heavy
on my solitary walk.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 29, 2020, 7:55 p.m.(12/6/1013 AR)
With dawn coming
The Autumn moon
takes lodgings in the clouds.
I fold my grief away
beneath Summer's dresses.
The Autumn moon
takes lodgings in the clouds.
I fold my grief away
beneath Summer's dresses.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 29, 2020, 7:52 p.m.(12/6/1013 AR)
What is drawn from me?
Leg-weary, heart wearier.
The sunlight on this white stone,
So long, so very long
The violet dusk behind me.
Autumn ahead
And then winter.
Leg-weary, heart wearier.
The sunlight on this white stone,
So long, so very long
The violet dusk behind me.
Autumn ahead
And then winter.
Written By Zyanya
Aug. 29, 2020, 7:50 p.m.(12/6/1013 AR)
The shore falls away, lace cast over grey stone,
The rising tide, the moon behind the mountains...
A gull screams, "Your heart! Your heart!"
But I have stowed it safe below, nested in silk.
Home abandoned to find home, we sail.
The rising tide, the moon behind the mountains...
A gull screams, "Your heart! Your heart!"
But I have stowed it safe below, nested in silk.
Home abandoned to find home, we sail.
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