I moved to the room outside
Hoping that the wind would spare me, my spirit
I found a wren, a close confide
I turned to the trees to hear it
Though I knew its song was through
A backward glance would wing it
I tendered soft rain to ease the pain
And let all the dark clouds ring it
A crystal voice prepared my name
It bade me soon to follow
The nagging worries also came
The dark and fearsome hollow
The silent seat
The open door
The outside conversations built with heat
The thoughts that roar
"Hold fast, belay suspicion!"
posted by J @ 3:42 pm
Comments: 7
7 Comments:
whats all this about? it smells of mystery. and you not on yahoo?
this is awesome. beauty...
Some of the lines here can be sung (almost) to the metre of Bob Dylan's "Gates of Eden". Coincidence?
krishna
wow!!
Second KM on the Dylan connection!
SO?
I mean, thoughts will roar. Different thoughts, different roars. And each will create a different emotion. Dark and fearsome hollows. Bright halos. What's the mystery in it. Be prepared!!! :P
d e a d are you?
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