Lykren
03-11-2014, 02:15 AM
Sun brocades the grass.
Had I a penny, a grace
to say, constant elimination
of constant light
would neither bother
nor offend.
Shade leans across the grass,
the quiet moon laps
at the gates. Terrible
to say, more terrible
to believe, in the sealike sky
rests easy peace.
Space is delivered in small dots.
Sleep calmly now, you have forgotten.
Had I a penny, a grace
to say, constant elimination
of constant light
would neither bother
nor offend.
Shade leans across the grass,
the quiet moon laps
at the gates. Terrible
to say, more terrible
to believe, in the sealike sky
rests easy peace.
Space is delivered in small dots.
Sleep calmly now, you have forgotten.