luni, 15 iunie 2015

An Ode to Woe

Long ivory fingers you leaned upon me, You, mother of the wailing waves.
You kissed the Universe; You turned the stars into Your slaves.
You sang a symphony of ravaged souls; Your whisper, their eternal graves.
The midnight sun has kneeled in front of You, as your immortal beauty
Within a glimpse has darkened the entire Skye.