Comely Beast

Lady, you're a comely beast

You sit upon a throne of sighs.

You feast upon the scenes you hold

Within your stricken, skyward eyes.

Unstable poise and sultry chic

Defend a tender sense inside.

You seek the sights of stranger worlds

Where shadows of your spirit hide.

Your breath against the light is faint.

You fade amidst a quiet breeze.

You slip within the winds of spring

And slide on out as luck decrees.

A mandate made on fated whim

Begins a glimpse of shapely ways

Through chance and circumstantial faith

For dreams that shift between the days.