Thursday, April 26, 2007
Needles of the sky weaver
Sewing the cloth of life
with the threads of love
Sitting in the raised platform
white top, grey bottom, red cover
Could the black cloth of night
be turned to white instantaneously
could the cold of winter be
replaced by summer's warmth
Could she have sewn the stars
on the black of the sky tonight
hanging each one afar
Providing some beauty,
some glimmer of hope.
i initially forgot who the subject was about.. den it hit me and i did remember. it was about the gal from my dreams.. and i mean really literally.. the dream which i recorded played itself in reality.. so i showed her my dream book (which i have no idea where), and she freaked out and i never went out with her anymore.
the muse whispered @
3:46 PM
His Soul
22
Male
The Soul
This is the 3rd volume of my poetry. The other 2 being lost in the world. The second one I think is with this girl named rabia(itz the shorter version, i dunno the longer one), though I think I'll never get it back.
These are poems i wrote for the wind
But before, they were for people
But they always got stuck under my skin
And never have they been unfurled
His Body
His mind and body
archives
April 2007
May 2007
February 2008
credits
Designer:
pinkuyuki
Editor:
pinkuyuki*
Image:
deviantart
Heart In Sync
0 muse thoughts:
Post a Comment
<< Home