The Distance of Flowers

[Guest guest]

In the sanctity of woods

Deep in the forest of a sacred grove,

The words of men speaking

Are as bees buzzing in the

Distance of flowers,

Gathering

All words,

Sounds of bearing the heart of stones,

As they fall like the leaves of autumn,

Like the passion of crimson

And the finality of yellow,

Descending into the thick unmarked grave of earth,

Decaying

Into the scent of a vigilant Doe,

 

And I the Poet, must ask forgiveness to the

Shadows of the hungry sun,

I vow I shall never again look to the melancholy of stars as

They fade into the reticence of daybreak.

I will honour You, my Beloved

In the ways you appear in the longing of my heart,

Where the moonlight breaks

The harmony of the sea and as the sea

Surges to my hands,

 

I shall write no more of Love.

 

 

 

6/2/06

 

 

Love (?),

Ana ;-)

[Guest guest]

, "anabebe57" <anabebe57 wrote:

>

> In the sanctity of woods

> Deep in the forest of a sacred grove,

> The words of men speaking

> Are as bees buzzing in the

> Distance of flowers,

> Gathering

> All words,

> Sounds of bearing the heart of stones,

> As they fall like the leaves of autumn,

> Like the passion of crimson

> And the finality of yellow,

> Descending into the thick unmarked grave of earth,

> Decaying

> Into the scent of a vigilant Doe,

>

> And I the Poet, must ask forgiveness to the

> Shadows of the hungry sun,

> I vow I shall never again look to the melancholy of stars as

> They fade into the reticence of daybreak.

> I will honour You, my Beloved

> In the ways you appear in the longing of my heart,

> Where the moonlight breaks

> The harmony of the sea and as the sea

> Surges to my hands,

>

> I shall write no more of Love.

>

>

>

> 6/2/06

>

>

> Love (?),

> Ana ;-)

>

 

 

Beautiful!

 

~*~