Scott Andrew Bailey – Author

By Scott Bailey © 2015

Where the wild wood weaves
And the willow weeps
Where the deep dark dwells
And the savage sunlight sleeps

Where the serpents writhe
Around a blood-red spear
Where the wicked glance
Then turn away in fear

Where children’s happy sighs
Are swallowed in the night
Never really here
Just memory’s separate sight

Where my heart does plunge
In the empty space of dreams
Where vision fades from eyes
And air congeals with screams

Where ancient stone walls fall
Where poets finally cease

Cease.