Sentiments of g (2)

Her majesty, supreme in love, of weather uncertain

A plant’s stalks light up in sands of flame her vision

My warble, plays with sounds of fire, the possible

Rises underground, I’ll end up alone if I keep

Waiting alone for her, that deep silence of her

Not arriving, never coming.

We could do better if our love were close together

But, business as usual.

The elves work the machine, all flows side by side

From a pole, a magpie calls up my courage

All told, stay true to yourself and domme morrigan

Wander the streets, tho alone, dance her vision down

Set in spirit stone, hand her, her misplaced crown