Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Lost City of Moonlight

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Nausicaa 363

The music the prayers the rocks that wonder
With hair and flowers wearing the rain.

We rest exquisite
Until thought weighs us down.

We feel the kiss
And are cleansed but too soon wither.

The beast cannot bend.

It’s courting collar of hands and dust
Require it to feel too much.

Someway we take the stage
And sing the song that
Our age must spoil with all this poetry
And leave us alone
Costumed in moonlight.

1 comment:

Richard Ewing said...

Design is your unsung hero; your Dick Smothers to your drawing & line work's Tommy Smothers...
All three are really nice, the top one is my favorite.