LOST WOOD

Worked labyrinth,
door of traveling,
pass shining
to fog's family.

Fever love
stand at hope
to return the soul
in slumber show.

For paramour is drown
the Psyche dying in sort
of flame burning off
to secret made song.

No light anymore
chosen by rose,
just moved face
in memorial ways.

O, ride!
selection to decide
the hymn of side
involved to the life.

Nocturne howls
and diurnal glows
singing a low
sentence to before.

Past's warrior
kips with his foe
to eternal fight
destined to delight.

Changeling snores
airs that we took
while a sky flies
to hole's twice.

Mistakes living on,
once time fishing grows
to give a floe
buried into the wound.

Until numb arrival,
always horrible,
rounds a knife
crossing the wines.

Forever the ghost
enduring in lost wood.