footprints in the earth.....
November Tide
An evening cool
Began the seed,
Brought through the air,
A brushing broom,
The thoughts began
Riot in the head
Solitude, sweet and full
Lying in bed,
To contemplate on the earth's
Very birth,
A task beseeched by none
Struggling with sanity to dare the fates
Listening French, yet not a kin
The home be far, my room I am in
Feely the flow
Of insidious ink,
Muse do not,
For foul you are caught,
Unbiased your debt to pay,
For reality is cruel to the
Fool astray,
November noon, till evening tide,
The music cool, the breeze indeed,
And yet did I falter a step
And thought a love buried by hate
But yet did rise
Affection indeed
A woman's heart grown
My November seed
Began the seed,
Brought through the air,
A brushing broom,
The thoughts began
Riot in the head
Solitude, sweet and full
Lying in bed,
To contemplate on the earth's
Very birth,
A task beseeched by none
Struggling with sanity to dare the fates
Listening French, yet not a kin
The home be far, my room I am in
Feely the flow
Of insidious ink,
Muse do not,
For foul you are caught,
Unbiased your debt to pay,
For reality is cruel to the
Fool astray,
November noon, till evening tide,
The music cool, the breeze indeed,
And yet did I falter a step
And thought a love buried by hate
But yet did rise
Affection indeed
A woman's heart grown
My November seed
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November Tide
November Tide
