Thursday, December 16, 2004

Withered String

One day i’ll fly to the heavens

Wander to and frow in the frozen sky

Alone in a lose of hearten

Waiting in thought only to die

From my wedding band will dandle

A silken string oiled slippery

And all who wish to quarrel

To talk, listen, show and be

Will have to climb to my sanctuary

Climb an already withered string

For this is the string that I will bring

The string I use to commune with thee

2 Comments:

At December 16, 2004 at 6:49 PM, Blogger spinning her web said...

first stanza - *on = one - correct it later

 
At December 17, 2004 at 3:25 PM, Blogger Mekashef said...

While we're into grammatical inanities: "to and fro."

Beautiful. We'll have to get together and work on some songs soon.

 

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