Dregs Of The Dew

Heart when ingrained with joy and care love seems to flow by the attic window even the dregs of morning dew sprinkle through wake the silence by the pairs of scissors of passion heart when muffled by the mute hands of dream yet sweetness drops in redolence of yet in addiction wide open eyes makes the impression of illusion the words of whisper cascades in from miles millions gentle breath of evening blows steadily incessant piercing the rosy clouds from the room of rain the tree of goldmorh yet suave whims the jingles pervading across the years of mute dusty window the flairs of beauty flints over the riffs of delusion night when deep dark knocking doors of delight moon when hangs over the top of the trees breath of fire blinkers to glow from the cellar