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Just sharing a fresh preview from Lynnheage’s next album — Song: “Love’s Threads (For Ezra Pound)”

Down through the sunless seas, a ship descends

To shores here ghosts converse in muted tones

Your wishes’ echo call from lasting pains

Like delphiniums grown from long-forgotten bones

Love’s veil’s a thin membrane, like morning dew

Where hearts communed in silent rendezvous

The gods of old, in fragments reassembled

Weave lives through cycles of decay and birth

A Circe’s spell, where passions long resembled

Your gracious soul across my devious lairs

Our river flows through death’s embracing sea

Your love sleeps like a root beneath my tree

Chorus

The judgment of your eyes’ splitting wrath

They shine with cradling love’s eternal spark

Uncanny flowers of the ocean’s mist

A surreal bloom from soil cold and stark

Struck hard on my soul like devil’s fist

No final parting, only shades that linger,

In dreams where lovers speak without a word.

The tendrils of your voice, like a harpist’s fingers,

Plucks strings of fate, both joyous and absurd.

From ash arises hope’s insistent green,

Love’s quiet force, forever in between.

The cantos murmur of what’s never found

Where end’s cold hand caresses life’s warm cheek

Surreal as bird that rises from the ground

Binding the broken in a chain unique

Our script flows, a contradiction’s art

Love at the core, uniting every part

The judgment of your eyes’ blameless wrath

They shine with cradling love’s eternal spark

Uncanny flowers of the ocean’s mist

A surreal bloom from soil cold and sharp

Struck hard on my soul like devil’s fist A slow-flowin’ nectar