The fondness of Iacobus

Rain covers my pallet in purifying drops My tresses are swollen, bleeding out their tops Bewitched by the wind, and bleeding out their tops Petals fall, like new china on the side walk I hear the crash all around me The falling of hard mourners, crashing all around me I bite my lip, breath in, with thoughts to sultry to bear Lilac sail down, at the wind’s shameless despair To a green carpet they sail by, a shameless despair Hot wind glides, whispering leaves goodnight Aiding, abiding the clustered children of the night The wind ever guides the lucid children of the night He breaks the scuttle all around me With a smiling fondness he has found me Sitting here, beat by beat The fondness of his heart surrounds me