Have thou doth forgotten me?
With slippery hands, I beg for thee;
For thy sins be wicked on apparitions smile,
Contented to hear so lively the chimes;
Away on Christmas, anchor doth thy cry tonight,
On garland with silver,
Crimson of blue;
With night cackles that heed without warning;
Elven hooves that trot-- two by two;
Flowing past guarded patches,
Small-- still and few;
With winged lilies that dance gaily,
Swiftly-- solemnly,
Over and under,
Beside and through;
On cable stamped wire,
That bled over you;
Have wishes been lost on thy tenderness?
Or have thy dreams conjured the truth?
©Ashley Leslie 2013
