January 6th, 2023
You and whose army?, by d.s.l.

Your umbrella above this well 

The lips from which your weapons bend

You separate the star from its sky

And tore the dew from its pastures

 

Can your hands block out the heaven 

Or rid its earth of love’s wonders?

Would you pluck the poet of his memories

Or rid the songs of its lover shadows? 

 

The world we did create 

Of which such love for us exists

This place that you resides

This place that you would cruelly strike

 

So go towards that life you like

Over the mountains and across these plains

Where happiness of yours are what you choose 

With blue light suns and curly hairs of darken fell 

 

But take not a piece of us with you

Or separate the spirits of ours that be

In this place we shall lay and stay 

Our memories of days that you can’t take away