Dreaming lovely
Never cared for shadows
And unknown stars never explored
Un-sustained by passion
And overcome with grief.
Lovely drifts and lovely sits,
Upon a trembling leaf of glory
Once diminished upon a raging sea.
Less and less
Lovely waits to find yesterday,
And live now as if it is forever
Simply because lovely is not what love is not
Simple and graceful with soft warm hands.
JBW
A Dead Language 