Di Leonardo – Memory’s Blade


I am for the sultry night that raises fog
a rose-vined voice of sleep

I am for the bleach horn-moon
that mists your secret dream

divines your eyes, wakes sighs
strumming the sum of it all, I am

for ardor or light on memory’s blade
as dawn blears down, the rage of age


John’s bio

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