...
Search for me
Timidly
A wandring gaze to find me
Call out for me
Quietly
A muted urge to haunt me
Come to me
Unhurriedly
A drawn out stalk to tease me
Reach out for me
Secretly
A ghostly touch to soothe me
2005/09/14
Timidly
A wandring gaze to find me
Call out for me
Quietly
A muted urge to haunt me
Come to me
Unhurriedly
A drawn out stalk to tease me
Reach out for me
Secretly
A ghostly touch to soothe me
2005/09/14
posted by Deandri at 1:27 PM
9 Comments:
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another.
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence."
If a butterfly dance past me
... as I sit silently in the darkness
Would I notice the color
Would it cut through my worried harshness?
Would the distant howling of an owl
... chain me with its monotone song
Would I hear its urgent message
... that I do, in fact, belong?
to Deandri: great!
to smba: :..( No comments on my posts, he?
It was not me that wrote that
Delilah you have your reply
too much poetry for one blog...
ahhahaahahahahhaahah
Oh, cruel, destiny... The tears soon covered the warrior's face and Tharos,the beloved dragon, spread his wings for the last time,
happy to have found
the freedom at least in death...
"Fly... fly high, mighty Tharos... your name will always be remembered by the people of the enchanted lands...
(...)
Goodbye, brother... goodbye...!!"
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