LUCIFER MOAN

Day begins dilated,
dreamer eyes at shadow,
while Zephyr roars its awful
grieved feeling of drawn wood.

Lake,
mysterious face,
sunk ship of stargaze,
looking dropped ways
sparkling changes
at senses.

Forest life obsesses his say,
king who dies by schemes,
ruled by ethylic hours
passed leads his lay.

But Icarus burnt himself,
wonders blinded his days,
to travel to sun's scenes
in love to burial names.

Death,
glorious ritual,
in middle of mystical
dream that hurts the ends
of a lover
in May.