Annie

How dost thy go?
in winter's brow
the age of bittersweet

the cold wind blows
upon the bow
singing of grave defeat

a time and place
of springtime merry
upon which fever stands

how dost thy go?
into the song
of broken never lands

to err again
upon which is
this deep and blustery wind

a state of grace
upon the soul
that cries longingly from within

how dost thy go?
she wails again
singing upon the shore

how dost thy go?
within the heaven
circling forever more.