Meredith’s Love: L

Love closed what he begat.
The singing May sky wandered
once, then twice, this pair diverse
snared as rapid falcons

Beneath lovers, clear on flowers.
Advancing hours fed their hearts,
buried the day as fatal knife, deep
questioning with sigh. The dole,

Endless, probes each other
to answer the dusty soul. Hot life,
tragically certain in the dark,
forces the ocean’s midnight move.

Ramping cravings of warrior horses,
this faint line of shift and floe
upon the shore, throws yonder
the love of evermore.

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