28 July 2010, 7:26 am
Some Rando person emailed it to me >_> weird....I can't even email them back coz they don't have email enabled..but whatever! ************************************************* There's no light like the love of light, and the light that moves between, though, some would have it otherwise. Black water, impossible dream. No wonder the world cries out from its darkening room. No wonder the angels have shed their faery wings. Flame end of October, perfect enchantment five days gone. Sky like a Monet, cloudless, lazily blending its pink-blue hues. Cold shore, dip and throttle. There's no end to what's ahead. Five days of grace. Five fingers and one palm. The gold in the trees is the gold in our hair, dreamily combing us out and in. Gentle burnings, and the first pages are turned... Who says we end with careful steppings? Who can divide the adjective and noun? Swan Love. Turqouise Dream. Sansho-En. I dreamt I were the world gone mad, but still you continued to shine out, feet off the ground and praying. Always praying. And if I've ever moved an inch, it was only from my heart. Cloud step. Heart within my heart, heart space. Ten birds and one feather circling, God's whisper, and they're gone, east and who knows where, and still you continue to shine out. Late afternoon, the Geneva lupins perk their bony heads one last time before the night's calling. I sit where I always sit, waiting soundless, a prayer at the edge of black waters, my mouth opening with its song: O blue, I love you blue... @Peter... +_+ huh Oh yeah, the poem is very nice ^^ Thats really freaky...reallllly @G love...haha, I have no idea, because I don't even tell my friends I'm on yahoo answers...and October 5th means something actually yes. @Aye Andrea, Curious 101, bffl, gay brother maker, yeah you...SHUT UP..lol >_< Come over my house =P... Read More »
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