sophea

I would spin the sea-spray fashioning a belt for you I would braid the rolling waves to spread a sleeping mat for you I would weave of the clouds a shawl to cover the hair of you I would stitch the mountain breeze into an evening-gown for you I would pluck from the eastern star a brooch to adorn the breast of you I would shake down the eclipsed moon for a lamp to light my longing I would feel the sun into a sea of night for you breathing the honeyed sweetness of you Beloved,  Count the dreams That slew the truth With their false paradise