jon1jt
12-10-2005, 02:28 AM
Life moves in a circle
The circle hangs patiently above a mother's womb
High above a pale blue ocean
where seagulls cry like the newborn baby
thrown from illumined water
Her pink mouth, round and wet
with gasping eyes and breath
penetrating caves of ice
into far reaches and depths
That where it can't go
can never see,
nor hear...
This is death's song
It conspires to conceal itself
The secret of the circle...a single, pale arc
that burns a firey red above an always limited horizon
With grace and hope
Grief and magic stars high above
For which we open ourselves
naked, willing, waiting
One roaring flame, sacred, eternal fire...
The rest, Fate
The circle hangs patiently above a mother's womb
High above a pale blue ocean
where seagulls cry like the newborn baby
thrown from illumined water
Her pink mouth, round and wet
with gasping eyes and breath
penetrating caves of ice
into far reaches and depths
That where it can't go
can never see,
nor hear...
This is death's song
It conspires to conceal itself
The secret of the circle...a single, pale arc
that burns a firey red above an always limited horizon
With grace and hope
Grief and magic stars high above
For which we open ourselves
naked, willing, waiting
One roaring flame, sacred, eternal fire...
The rest, Fate