THE LOON

 

- a visual poem -

Upon the lake, upon the windless water

Swim down to me, beautiful bird

Mercy, stay not forever out of reach

I hear, I hear your evening song

I hear, I hear your evening song

Watered in blood in which I sink and drown

In flesh and by shackled flora bound

Feed the ache of this exile's alien song

I hear, I hear your evening song 

Spirit bird, unbind my withered limbs

And cut me from this torment

Unchain me Mercy, don't abandon me

Mercy, don't abandon me 

Arrayed in pearl, blushing illuminate

Deep wounds, vast seas that rack and crush

Moonlight upon my throat

Tempest black 

Mercy, stay not forever I suffer your endless song

Here I choke Here I choke 

Replume, refire, ravage my unholy ghost

My heavenly mate, flaming bright

Bloat and cry out, flame in the infinite

For all the world is spirits furnace 

Old age, my god, love and white this blizzard night

All songs strangle under ice, flame out and die

Forsaken evermore; linger frozen everlasting song 

 

Michael Platzer (Aesma Daeva) 

 

'A photo story of natural beauty' 

Model: Lucia Hrda

 

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