Lament for The Seaberry Queen

Seaberry Wench (Oh Three!) my beloved maiden in gold and green,
you were my Queen. How I miss you!

I search my world for remnants of you,
A color, a smell, to whisk me to you.

But you are gone - an ethereal layer disintegrating into my desk,
pens and papers, belongings clutter over you. Where are you?

Och well, your sisters are waiting. Their beauty is yet fantasy,
possibility, will be. And soon, in weeks and days, not

Lifetimes, I will taste your sweet purse once more,
or something pretty close. (Oh Four!)


Cor, SUNDAY Nov 04, 2007