Alexander III
06-11-2010, 08:44 PM
Bonbons light up the sky with their merry parade
The plump sun lies silent and thinking…
Oh, he is but dreaming with open eyes
We are not so different…
Shall you smile with me today ?
Moans and ripples breath under my bare buttons…
The fauns tell me of their star strung lyres and tulip woven gowns…
They sing upon a nearby treetop…drowsy tunes…
You feast me with such paints !
I shall grow fat with your beauty !
White cherries bloom upon the azure canvas
I play with their juices trickling as wandering canaries
I drink them up with flushed cheeks and fountain them out upon the polished green canvas over my feet…
Oh if only you could share in my boyish delight !
Yet the butter cream woods are for cherubs and fauns only
And me...
Get away you weird creature !
You must leave this place !
I told the softly smiling man
The cosmic eyed boy told me
And so the stranger abandoned my monkey fair
And so I turned my shoulders and left
Bye !
Farewell…
I hope we meet someday stranger !
We shall…focus upon the lakes motley shine in one hundred and twenty moons…
The toucan howled and danced under its own singing plumes
as he vanished…
I flew to my flute and reignited my discussion with Apollo
The plump sun lies silent and thinking…
Oh, he is but dreaming with open eyes
We are not so different…
Shall you smile with me today ?
Moans and ripples breath under my bare buttons…
The fauns tell me of their star strung lyres and tulip woven gowns…
They sing upon a nearby treetop…drowsy tunes…
You feast me with such paints !
I shall grow fat with your beauty !
White cherries bloom upon the azure canvas
I play with their juices trickling as wandering canaries
I drink them up with flushed cheeks and fountain them out upon the polished green canvas over my feet…
Oh if only you could share in my boyish delight !
Yet the butter cream woods are for cherubs and fauns only
And me...
Get away you weird creature !
You must leave this place !
I told the softly smiling man
The cosmic eyed boy told me
And so the stranger abandoned my monkey fair
And so I turned my shoulders and left
Bye !
Farewell…
I hope we meet someday stranger !
We shall…focus upon the lakes motley shine in one hundred and twenty moons…
The toucan howled and danced under its own singing plumes
as he vanished…
I flew to my flute and reignited my discussion with Apollo