Humans hold the sun
Not knowing the sun is wing'd
And beyond their grasp
Humans hold the sun
Not knowing the sun is wing'd
And beyond their grasp
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
and beyond their grasp
float dreams of peace, harmony...
streets of dying hope
streets of dying hope—
rivers of bittersweet dreams—
my soul cries for help…
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
my soul cries for help,
reaching toward the distant stars
in search of solace
In search of solace
I reach towards the flagon
But it is empty
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
but it is empty_
my heart now voided of all,
shadows haunt it's halls.
Shadows haunt. It's Hall's
hour of desolation, come
to its fulfilment.
Voices mysterious far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in my ear,
Whifflingpin! Why stayest thou here?
to its fulfilment
the worker bee quetched nought with
household held dear
There is no polite way
of being happy
with household held dear,
brothers begin long journey
leading to life's joys
Leading to life's joys,
Roads of expectant success;
Avenues of toil.
"It's so mysterious, the land of tears."
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Avenues of toil
Fight to parry streams of
Death, terrene tumult
There is no polite way
of being happy
Hi white camellia, how funny I should see your name first when I went to search. I am watching "Lady of the Camellia's" - the ballet...based on Dumas novel by the same name. It is wonderful. That is an interesting name for Lit Net...I like it and your avatar. I like your tragic Haiku as well.
Death, terrene tumult
Await the doomed couple, thus
They dance with passion.
Thinking of the ballet.
Last edited by Janine; 02-11-2007 at 02:14 AM.
Chapter 7, The Little Prince ~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
They dance with passion
round a little stone statue
til the shine wore off.
till the shine wore off
on her oval cheeks, languished
the camélias
There is no polite way
of being happy
Hi Janine, so nice to hear from you! I've read "La Dame aux Camelias" a few times, loving it.Originally Posted by Janine
But I haven't experienced its ballet yet-must be great, isn't it?
There is no polite way
of being happy
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