Ravenwolfvoyage
02-16-2004, 03:05 PM
Horse drawn carriages upon the mount of the chariot clouds,
Dreamt of love and willows cascading above in their concealed shrouds;
Forsaking the painted wasp that lay upon the dew petals tears,
Vibrantly in thought of the passing capacity of carrying bandoliers.
I escalated to the top from where I found the band in lead,
To watch the fog leading drummers beacon to their coming stay.
The cymbals were beautifully placed as they shattered each empty space,
Followed by a whimsical light that lit the sky with God’s finger in trace.
The band moved onward as if to throw candy to the bystanders along their way,
But I noted that instead they were dispelling dew drops through the ever gray,
Leaving behind a rainbow to show for the pillage they had majestically sleighed,
To the open eyes of the crocus that thirst for the opening eye of the suns rays.
Dreamt of love and willows cascading above in their concealed shrouds;
Forsaking the painted wasp that lay upon the dew petals tears,
Vibrantly in thought of the passing capacity of carrying bandoliers.
I escalated to the top from where I found the band in lead,
To watch the fog leading drummers beacon to their coming stay.
The cymbals were beautifully placed as they shattered each empty space,
Followed by a whimsical light that lit the sky with God’s finger in trace.
The band moved onward as if to throw candy to the bystanders along their way,
But I noted that instead they were dispelling dew drops through the ever gray,
Leaving behind a rainbow to show for the pillage they had majestically sleighed,
To the open eyes of the crocus that thirst for the opening eye of the suns rays.