Has cooped <br /> within my soul <br /> <br /> gathering bygones and <br /> old laced twigging as <br /> homeless phantom love Doves <br /> come to reside <br /> <br /> Obscuring their <br /> forsaken pride <br /> Hither to the coming of <br /> nostalgic ill winds <br /> <br /> Daring the devouring of <br /> memorable, forgotten seeds... <br /> <br /> Enamoring wings <br /> laden with unrest, <br /> given not, to bequest in <br /> <br /> redeeming that, which <br /> only poetry can, <br /> prose to bewitch <br /> <br /> <br /> 11.24.2004<br /><br />Louie Levy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fondling-nest/
