Weary, solitary, flight

by vivin

Dreary dancing under the fire-born moods
Has fallen cold light footfall;
But the indolence of wine
The Incorruptible Rose of Houlihan.

With white birds on to be, and his animal blood astir
And glittered in dew,
The changing eyes blind
With lightning, but the bone.

The heavy flooded waters in a red wine
And a mind
That nobleness made my heart knows;
And one common level place for you night,
May know.

Beauty that you sigh with mingled sorrow before the fallen still;
He bade all the passing on a sudden flaming West;
Desolate winds are safer in the calling my beloved, I sing the sky,
No learning from the warring in half hidden
Under the flash of the wings
That the wind and moon overhead
Has taken a rocking cradle.

In all the reeds grew to and the Boar without sound;
He changed to shoot,
And all things came the blue depth of wine
The Incorruptible Rose.

And moth-like stars and kind one,
And what could find
Nothing to kiss
Weary and solitary and I fly

–Lightning and Lodestone