Waning crescent

My heart’s root, respawned, from days gone,

Revives, in thoughts embodied in her beauty,

Changed in edges, meanings in dreams, dead thoughts

Buried in dread, sex, anxiety, phantasies defeated,

In war, domme morrigan, a dark in which all shapes arise,

Come into being, in vegetable shafts, climbing,

Loneliness returning – a sword edge, embedded –

The multifarious moving – my eyesight eclipsed, by her –

Had shown my valour to her crescent – who’s not there