What I Was There
Into the deep
Into the red, blue, orange heated sweep
There I went
cool rain-spray stiffen the hairs on my neck
There I step
where moss thickens and vines collect
There I brave
like the tomcat who keeps eyes steady
So I slept
in the tossled grove the Sun God’s treading
So I know
how air is tasting of honeyed sweets
So I feel
summer heat where maples are sweating
Out from slur
Out from the fey steeped dreams I stir
I am here…
March 24th, 2006 at 6:27 pm
nice..not even a hint of depression. i am sooooo proud sis. u do have skillaz
April 6th, 2006 at 6:09 pm
April 12th, 2006 at 2:43 pm
get to work then, and stop bother me!
November 12th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
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