Shroud

Longing for a freedom
Highlands of lost souls who won
I'll take the beauty night
Conceal the day of might
A dearness for the gray skies
I look for them with deep eyes
Memories are given to me
Close I am to what to see
I'd prefer the serene
Judgement is so keen
Crossover waking winds of tone
I travel a road all alone
Bleeding is the heart vowed
Wrap me in a shroud
Lay me 'neath the winter snows
And let the cold winds blow

© 2020 Loly Rinn
Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry