a contradicting victorian approach to my life
the grip of temperature
beneath the field of winter's edge
the sun climbs up the mountain's ledge,
pouring through in shades of red;
breathing life to what was dead,
we hear the song lovers sing;
of newborn lust beginning to cry,
echoing the young lady's sigh
and in the cradle life will lie,
welcoming the spring.
of all the conversations sprung
a reminder comes of what's been done,
the sharpening of the blinding sun;
left drops of amber on our tongues,
young lovers turn the locks and sing;
i remain frozen in free form,
washing the past of what's been worn
await to be melted await to be torn,
welcoming the spring.
written on 03.13.2003
beneath the field of winter's edge
the sun climbs up the mountain's ledge,
pouring through in shades of red;
breathing life to what was dead,
we hear the song lovers sing;
of newborn lust beginning to cry,
echoing the young lady's sigh
and in the cradle life will lie,
welcoming the spring.
of all the conversations sprung
a reminder comes of what's been done,
the sharpening of the blinding sun;
left drops of amber on our tongues,
young lovers turn the locks and sing;
i remain frozen in free form,
washing the past of what's been worn
await to be melted await to be torn,
welcoming the spring.
written on 03.13.2003
posted by Jonathan @ 11:39 AM
2 Comments:
At 12:54 PM,
reynolds said…
just as fast as spring comes, the dandruff doth leave.
At 11:54 AM,
Jonathan said…
will...what can you tell me or point me to in regards of early communication between eastern and western civilizations...such as what was the dominant form of communication, how did it serve both sides, et cetera. are there any complete histories written on this subject?
i thought you might be in the privy and am giving your chinese studies a chance to be put to use
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