Sigh
02-11-2002, 02:15 AM
The Hyacinth by the grove
has woke
and cast it's pure
anti-shadow flame
broad footsteps fall
beating a slow rhthymn
like half-asleep drums
and the cloud canopy
opens gently, a slit
through which waves of light flood
and stir the scent of rain-soaked grass
into the air
The gate open swings
and through a person treads
a centuries trodden path
mindfull, and so, in a way
her ego not there
she is picked
by a flower.
has woke
and cast it's pure
anti-shadow flame
broad footsteps fall
beating a slow rhthymn
like half-asleep drums
and the cloud canopy
opens gently, a slit
through which waves of light flood
and stir the scent of rain-soaked grass
into the air
The gate open swings
and through a person treads
a centuries trodden path
mindfull, and so, in a way
her ego not there
she is picked
by a flower.