Inexorable Lullaby

The Colors of Claude Monet - By Licht courtesy pixdaus.com

It slithers from the willow limb

Entwined in lambent sigh

Of hollow midnight diadem

And rending lullaby

It runs its restless fingers

Over longing and delight

Stirring memories that linger

Deep into the quiet night

It ravages intention

And distorts visceral thought

In reckless intervention

Summarizing what is not

Yet, the clock broadens 'forever'

In a phantom hour glass

And the waves release their candor

As the ceaseless ages pass

While the hollow of the midnight

Seems to touch the very core

Of a melody of moments

That can never drift  a-shore

J~