Bear me a child
Bury your hand
deep in the mild
cleft of my sand
Sing of a sun
of dark shadows' age
of moving undone
of birds in a cage
Of wings close and
spread around a face
like a hand
circling a place
Bear me a child
your soul's gentle hand
I shall hold. Your wild
song it will free your land
Void I
January 3rd 2011
Void II
January 3rd 2011
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