Monday, May 7, 2007

Weather-Wane


She danced like the weather – wane,
Drove the wind insane,
And laughed till she bled.

Inside the mounting storm,
A glow-worm was born,
On the petal-cade.

Cherry trees blossomed in the shadows of the moon,
White tears glazed the lost tune,
And she cried till he said.

“ Hide thy wounds, Midnight- girl,
Thy dance torments God’s Pearl,
Into the Morning-star thou must fade!”

3 comments:

little boxes said...

this one's beautiful!!!
awesome!!!

weevil girl said...

im addin the link to your blog on my page
minds you nots i hopes
XD

angeleyes said...

creativity at its best. its great...