Scales of Love

We live such love; and perish such love; and vacant sky, the
Cries of pain; and falling clouds, a star to flame. I pause and
Churn; and live and fly: the terms of death: a sharp reply;
And precious swan, the soul of life: the wings of ghosts: the
Drums of light. In truth the love, the bones of war; and
Castle cries, a torn amore; but life to love, the lot of tears:
The voice of pain, a tickled ear; and brilliant art, the wall of
Wails: a tide of prose: a creek of tales. Indeed the love, the
Briefest love; and praise of heart, ascetic love; and sky to
Earth, the dance of Love: a pregnant soul, the scrolls of Love;
And dare to fly, the birds and wind: a rising heart: a prayerful
Den; and die to love, a pleated oath: the sea to drop, and
Drift the coast; and hectic sin, a troubled monk: a desert love,
The soul to thump.