Lament for Adeline

You were too fluid for the world

Of squares upon the oblong hurled

The golden threads you wove enmesh

Through time I see your thoughts undress

I yield unto your wondrous mess

Of half-truths dript in words uncried

Sip the divine – unspecified.

What would I give for one more taste

Unspoken lands all lain to waste

The waves are ever incomplete

Their flow leaves ripples where paths meet

Some borrowed parts of me from you

From ancient voices ever new

A fraction Byron, one shard muse

Forever shifting wheres and whose

And only found in what we lose.

With the impure lies virgin bride

Some pasts of Stephen dormant hide

Create divine – unspecified.

So sip and sip to quench this thirst

Drown breath in madness, do your worst

The words will die (but I’ll die first).
Joined with divine - unspecified.