Yet I Cling Long Version

Blue twinges of lament cast gaunt shadow o’er my dreadful pang as a grim mist segued into dark claustrophobic cantons where rabid zeal of hearts once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein Yet I cling to golden dawn recall of lazy strolls in lush green mead wild sniff of purple heather neath sun-drenched sky aflame gusts of joy rippling froth-rim brook waltz now toilworn gaudy dream Haze born of mellow flight as hunches splay across foamed pool morn plop of jaspers echo icy shriek as chalk mark toe dips into a whirlpool eddy to soothe stark reflections so forlorn Those august palpitating heartbeats etched in vivid ripple canvass entwined that fleeting pearl drop bead keen ink glint token a pledge once fervent now rose tinted phase on brink of times lapsed