At mountainside by Patrick's well The sap of love was bled To lie on life's sharp rock And bury in the bog Love's marrow to the bone From love's forgotten wilderness Come blades of sharp despair To pierce my frozen form As shoreless tides of words Lap round my frame of death To banish to the bone Love's shady growth of words And smash the clay of hope Beneath the leafblown trees And tear the frigid sun From sleep's dry futureBirth sign: Aquarius
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