Men and Whispers

Joy seeps through my veins

Designed for the sun that fills the land,

Solace, slow lay at thy last last pain,

Both take to meet the glowering stand.

Proud Cloud, circled with aperture,

Snatching the dawn for a single kiss,

Laid violets on his leafage laid,

A white hand stood in a void of bliss.

Although our times' devoir age had done,

Still blazed the smile upon her side,

Hold calm upon the sovereign sun,

Where's the heavenly woods for thy Bride?

Both smile and trouble for their time,

Spread wide as her big body in skies,

Fears of gravid winter, and thine Crime

Bloom the bright eyes to your rosy eyes!

Swifter I slew Death with last delight,

She breathed the kiss, they answered again;

Ran through my soul, a visible height

Laid dead for a war of scars and men.