Soul Tribunal
07-21-2008, 01:15 PM
Winter calls in these dreams
Sweet visions of her benevolence
Dance among our stars
An icy embrace
With power, absolute
Haunting it is,
that one would long
for the cold clutch
of her night
feeling the tempest of crystals
sweep around my soul
July is the misery,
of tangerine skies
beckoning dark clouds
beyond our horizon
Or scorching Mother earth
With unrelenting fury
Houses to ash,
Forests to tinder
Not so foolish am I now
Wanting desperately,
for winters scorn
For in the end
It never lasts
And from it, the earth
is reborn...
ST
Dennis
Sweet visions of her benevolence
Dance among our stars
An icy embrace
With power, absolute
Haunting it is,
that one would long
for the cold clutch
of her night
feeling the tempest of crystals
sweep around my soul
July is the misery,
of tangerine skies
beckoning dark clouds
beyond our horizon
Or scorching Mother earth
With unrelenting fury
Houses to ash,
Forests to tinder
Not so foolish am I now
Wanting desperately,
for winters scorn
For in the end
It never lasts
And from it, the earth
is reborn...
ST
Dennis