miércoles, enero 5

realization

Only in silhouette did I ever see
the whiteness,
the sharpness,
the sweet excruciating, blissful pain

Fang and foe,
bright and slow,
think not of the love
think not of the blood

The city was gleaming,
covered in snow
still like a tombstone
not a draft blown.

The stillnes was broken
or was it not?
the presence was swift,
and then it was gone

The smell of burnt paper
lingered around
the taste of old copper
still in my mouth

the day finally arrived
something old, something new
a drop of blood
that's silver or blue

2 Comments:

Anonymous borre said...

Dani summer!

Love you little summer time! The sun in your eyes, blue and green in your soul! Every all of them within your being!

Perfect live companion in a dark suit and a clear soul!

enero 09, 2011 4:17 p.m.  
Blogger hippie said...

:D super like Borreguito!
Love you always

enero 17, 2011 5:33 p.m.  

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