We walk along memories
Forgotten yet still our own
And see the Evening Primrose
Blooming in the snow
It bears open
It's yellow
Delicacy
It looks not
Of what's
To come
It's nightmares contain a gate
To a hell that is not known
And a courier brings a message
Of violet blooms that away have blown
In the stillness has arisen
An idiosyncrasy
Of Hades and the one who wears
The helm that belongs to he
Past the sun is the night
Speckled front and high
With the lights not yet born,
The fates only visible that nigh
We walk this road of stars
To the beginning and back
Does the Reaper dream of darkness,
A darkness darker than black?
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
