ENCHANTMENT

The catalepsy of dreams 

have scorched beneath its meanings

to narrow minded hearts

of chopping words at last 

nor gravestone has to glow

so bright into its cups

its laughter and its echoes

so lively

put a cast

the last glance frozen 

deep

bestowed

to empty weeps

of orchid's fervoured flesh

to blow up passion

from beyond

to crush the clock's boneless hands

of fear to prevail 

the blackned hour's moan

VELVET NOTES By Maude