Wednesday, April 26, 2006


The bird of my brow
Breathing deeply
Slowly close my eyes

To sleep in the bed
Of tangled branches
The wind playing my hair

Tears of the moon
Washing my serenity
Duvet of darkness spotlighting
The hidden beloved stars

Lost in the ancient roots
Of an inner child
The stage of dreams
Coming too gradually

Sweet tides of night
Firm in my soul
Washing away time


Blogger angrygrrface said...

Hey there! I haven't visited in awhile because I am a total jerk.

Love the poem. ::hugs::

7:08 PM  
Blogger Slain said...

gotta fill me in sometime do ya get into the rhythm of poetry so *seemingly* easily?

me can only spew it when the feeling comes ::sigh::

3:56 PM  
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Anonymous scarletsphinx said...

angry, I'm slow too. it's all good. :)

sol, i never said it was easy, but i have so much inspiration that i wouldn't call it difficult either.

((kisses all))

2:08 PM  
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