Guest guest Posted June 30, 2001 Report Share Posted June 30, 2001 Moon over Eguchi Music of voices in a land of choices Think not to request shelter here, for you are a monk(?), and we are women of wine and appetite... My sisters, gaze loveingly at the glowing moon, swallow it with your eyes. Fill your soul and lungs and belly, Why not? I miss you. I tell my pillow, and my drums. My drums beat a tatoo that calls across the fields, down the roads, across the floor and through your door. The rhythm shakes you in your sleep, throbbing through your sinews, and your veins. Burn with me - I whisper. Aflame. Cool fire of the moon. Awane? Swain! Lain ________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Webmail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com/ ________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Webmail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com/ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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