Zaebos
09-17-2005, 03:25 AM
I sit still dancing silently singing, my head in her lap
A comatose cloud dance, a philosopher's song
Her fingers, unaccustomed, mingle with my hair
I stare- up above
Sure that without the moon's soft light the clouds would disappear.
Fearing the sun.
A comatose cloud dance, a philosopher's song
Her fingers, unaccustomed, mingle with my hair
I stare- up above
Sure that without the moon's soft light the clouds would disappear.
Fearing the sun.