CognacA Poem by getinthecarpleaseGold sways in a cloak of gray Sapphire waves crash in noon rays And as the branches fray in mists of breaking day I see her wander through the sea Hopes captured in starlit memory Across the field lies the oaken elegy Sometime, somewhere, do I agree? At the point by which she stands from me Rising in the flames of winter dust The sound of cogs with dying rust Held in the twilight, a lake and freezing gusts Away to a light that blinds all I see Dreams fall passed ice patched waterfalls Beyond the pages lie the answers to my call A parallel, a paradigm, hunting the malign In a copse of birch, forsake the scattered debris Hills dowsed and spring at its wake I wallow in contrition, myself the omission This manifest of partition and definition Strike as we flee, ponder at the scree Maelstrom and hurricane spit demolition and stinging rain Alone by a refrain, the forgotten verse for a musician's strain Seated at the mantle, contemplating along the lauded plain She scurries to the plea, "can I finally be free" Must I believe? Must I relieve? I am finally free
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