SPITTING INTO PUDDLES -THEN I COLLECT THEM FOR EYES

i trim the soft hair
Chaste Plume
it falls into curling snowdrifts
breeze capture a bundle,listen i hear the memories scream
cascade in a flinching roaring waterfall
tiny faerie thrones sail in perfect loneliness 

a shadow of Joan the arc.bows before the alter
sacrifice slips from the eyes balence
let me kiss shape.so i might be forgiven in this form

head once in capture ,ripens thought
vision sight  which i create
soft the flayed inner soul
coat of noble charms
now runs upon a rampage cast

shouting sorry
i turn into the winds sarcastic point of view
somebody has spoiled escapes only avenue
spitting into puddles
collected for eyes