Guest guest Posted January 8, 2006 Report Share Posted January 8, 2006 Perhaps I shall build myself a tree house And live amoung the cloud people Unknown to the ground, To the calling of the earth Or find a grotto near a waterfall And plant myself A lichen colony upon mossy rocks, A Hindu theme park I hear there are winds that howl while the sea Crashes against the White Cliffs of Dover We were Lovers once, Embraced the wounds of our tongues, our silence What shall I do with sheet music 'Ere I fall Beneath this pale moonlight, Captured in song, raptured in melody An abbreviation in the circumstance of time When wild horses were free and colours Melted in the warming yellow sun, While a cactus flower prays to the rain, to the scorpion As these words are writing me, haunting my skin.... Chanting Om Namah Shivaya, Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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