Once under silent stars I kneeled weeping, I sewed a night-black dress for funeral keeping; Seeded by midnight threads of loves kept waiting The breads we held together kept their braiding. 5 And far past the trenchant moon's unlacing Glittered cakes and icy lights. My bleeding Starts: my nightly heart lies beating In a funeral dress of white threading White as these stone breads our hands keep kneading. 10 Ronna Bunker & Gregg G. Brown
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.