Footsteps

Member since 2003 · Posted 2 Nov 2006 · 2 comments

In the forest of the sea I'll replicate the elegy Forlorn to bask in moon-stained tides Black's the color of your eyes In my sleep a cuckoo bird These whistling cavern winds Two trembling footsteps I will make My life floods from within What deviant disproves my place? We are but setting clay In the forest of the sea The beast shall surely play

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[7] wilco 2-Nov-06/6:10 PM Reply

Okay, I'll buy that as a decent poem.

[8] Dovina 3-Nov-06/1:17 PM Reply

The sound is poetry. Maybe that's all that matters.