drift me
to the land of
the Sunder bans where a
tigress asleep may devour me
my heart !
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drift me
to the land of
the Sunder bans where a
tigress asleep may devour me
my heart !
melt me
like the snow on
the peak of the mountain
and raise me in the sea of love
like waves
melt me,
i'll be the gold
in the bowl, waiting on
your breakfast table in endless
sweetness....
edit:
busy day i see.
dreadful
and surreal--
and perhaps a hundred
other adjectives to go with,
define....
softly
and with the touch
of a quiet whiteness
winter's beauty brings us gently
aware
aware,
of fine cuisine,
I season and stir, taste,
then, when the temperature is right,
the fire
the fire
in my belly
drives me, determinedly,
into the next phase of my own
madness
madness
befriends my day
and keeps my soul yearning
looking for that which is not there
hopeless
hopeless
can be madness,
stirred up thoughts, increasing
non-existence of what is past,
long gone.
hopeless
less hope you say
never, no, let me help
my hand gently raises your head
now drink
now drink
and fill your glass
again as we raise a
toast to last year's tribulations
long gone.
;)
long gone,
now drink today,
the bitter-sweet secret,
drink life full, never mind what spills,
taste it
long gone
now start anew
leave sad memories be
they can only bring more sorrow
new day