daphne

i had such a beautiful pen once
it pains me to know i've lost it on the way
i was such a beautiful pen once
tracing hills before ladon lay

you gave it to me that summer night
drizzling ever so lightly the jacaranda flowers'
ghost-blue purpling in moonlight
your face alifted from my darker hours

how you smiled at dancing shades
i catching from the corner of my eye
pretending to bask in split glades
thrown so casually believed a venerable tie

with you, even at the alter of this shining one
convoluted to please the sons of the lion
would you still say you half love or frantic run
than to be driven from your airy lair a dashed scion?

here there are the other shadows with dry dun ink
ill gotten from your laurel arm
between the boughs your rare twinkle shrink
as i drink from lethe in ache to disarm

i had such a beautiful pen once
it pains me to know i've lost it on the way
i was such a beautiful pen once
tracing hills before ladon lay.