I follow the white feather of my love for her beyond all reason.
My heart’s eye can see only her face.
The frozen moon’s rays wreak her perfect havoc in me.
The empty mornings indict me as a fool.
Here, at the edge of life and death, I sing her name alone.

Jan 19, 2012

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