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A drift

Contributed by feathercut on Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 03:52:37 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



purple sunset in a vacant field
willows drowning in the wind
off i go into the sound
as my body bends with them

i am a father
i am a son
i am a lover
i am gone
into the sound
alone and drifting to a sea of night
confinement, is fine
fine when it is mine

and when i meet you
velvet crow of the storm
as your eyes shimmer in the moons light
the streams take you and bring you
so quickly it seems
dark angel of azure
tremble preciously if your will is pure
we will build castles
we will find the lake
in which our love
we will make
take me....

there is a storm reaching
heavy hands fall upon the earth
we shake in horor
where love is pure
violence is honest
this tremble our bodies
cannot endure
please endure me
gentile beauty
please dontleave me
for what this soul can bring
is all you have taken
everything
and as the needle bends and cuts through my skin
she weaves holes in time
together again
its so hard to be alive
confinement is fine
fine when it was mine

my storm beckons through my body
echoing burning the inside of my eyes
i wish to attain back my sight
my crow
my willows
my life....

come share a story
i am a drift of a man
for my body journies into the hole
where there was once a field
only blackness
and vage memmories
shocks of pain
ripping through my mind
your eyes
i need your eyes
to open mine....




Copyright © feathercut ... [ 2005-06-30 15:52:37]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: A drift (User Rating: 1 )
by Mild_Tempest on Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 04:09:56 PM AEST
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Wonderful, wonderful, that's truly a magnificent poem,


Re: A drift (User Rating: 1 )
by Mild_Tempest on Thursday, 30th June 2005 @ 04:09:56 PM AEST
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Wonderful, wonderful, that's truly a magnificent poem,




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