Upon a coven heart bear the seed of love.

Flowers within itself,
itself within its truth.

A cord of music hums
hums not for the surroundings
nor the sea breezed ocean's
but hums for this coven heart

Pulsing through the river
flowing amongst the graveled soul
seeping in our frail wound hearts
to cure despair of ache

Fallen beneath the drought star sky
Carried by the currents sway

Somewhere a love blooms carelessly away

This coven Heart.