A Poet's Lyre Lyrics

Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Hands embroidered in limbs of dark briar
Bent to the wind's plaintive whistling words
Scattering whispers in your nettled hood
Would they fall to a weathered home
With branches of arms for a laden pillow
And years wrought of withering laurels

Blossoms now on the apple boughs
Stars are near to the shaded arbor
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search
Childhood made a Poet's Lyre
Heart enfolded in wings of black bird
Could they fly on feathers borne
When lips salute the Hazel's Horn
Or would they crawl through a weathered home
Should lips encumber a mordant moan
Bent to the wind's whistling word

What cloudy guest at this darkened hearth
What cloistered heart to hold the black earth
Once a hand could touch
Wherefore the other will search

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Record Label(s): 2010 helmet room recordings
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