Wind Bitten Sage

Soft freckled cheeks in the morning Sleep lying low in the light Atlas had broken the dawn for our love Raised up our earth from the night The brush of your thoughts like an old text Shelley and Byron of yore And as the soft speckled air through the window still glares, your shadow still bends through the door Like wind bitten sage on the prairie, and I'm the dust fallen under the weeds, like the wind bitten sage on the prairie, dry cause your love made me green I break with you not at my bedside As love is a sickness of woe And the depth of your whisper rings hollow and crisper kissed by the crystals of snow The stoop descends slick as the frost bites, and I'll fall on the steps going down, fore I climbed up the stages as your love was contagious and caught me so deep I could drown, but now it's the Wind bitten sage on the prairie, and I'm the dust fallen under the weeds, like wind bitten sage on the prairie, dry cause your love made me green Hubris called and I did fall from love given to me, I let you wait for my mistakes to break down to your feet, I cry inside for I can't find that Dyionisis green, and if we found that second blossom why would you give it up to me