Asylum

Gloomy softness on my wrist –
It’s the watch that faints of fog…
Hide my eyes where tender beast
Tries thy treasures to unlock.

Give a goblet boiling with
Amber-coloured broth of herbs,
Let me kiss thy graceful knees,
When a fever me disturbs.

I’ve escaped from bricks and walls,
I need blood and breath of woods,
Whisper pain to moon-eyed owls,
Let the Great Bear heal the wounds.