The child's eyes show the sea;
and the Moon stretches in reply.
We all search for the key,
for the day that we might fly.
A priest proclaims his lines;
A poet dreams her rhymns.
Both and all silently speak
about the adventures of the seek.
Butterflies are detectors,
Each tiny Flutter a beep;
each kind gesture a sign
of a covenant to keep.
For each mountain we climb;
For each success we find;
For each valley down we fall;
we inch closer to desires of all.
It's in a mother's arms;
Within two lovers' kiss;
In strangers without harm,
With anyone you miss.
As you may see
within the child's eyes,
The peaceful doves,
Within t
Daba,
my friend, no
my best friend
I recall the first day
that forever began.
When our rugged life paths
began to grow
together,
intertwined, yet
from different
grounds.
I, as shy
as a Iamb,
trailed behind you
as we walked
to your villa,
unaware
of the ailments
ahead.
With your family
I felt lost in
all the affluence around
me.
Your family was
rich in more
ways than
one.
Your roots,
(Cont. on next column)
are well nourished,
by love and
water.
Daba,
my dear Daba,
I recall the first time
that my sugar daddy
your daddy
looked at me
with the eyes
of a hunter
about to trap
the long hunt
The child's eyes show the sea;
and the Moon stretches in reply.
We all search for the key,
for the day that we might fly.
A priest proclaims his lines;
A poet dreams her rhymns.
Both and all silently speak
about the adventures of the seek.
Butterflies are detectors,
Each tiny Flutter a beep;
each kind gesture a sign
of a covenant to keep.
For each mountain we climb;
For each success we find;
For each valley down we fall;
we inch closer to desires of all.
It's in a mother's arms;
Within two lovers' kiss;
In strangers without harm,
With anyone you miss.
As you may see
within the child's eyes,
The peaceful doves,
Within t
Daba,
my friend, no
my best friend
I recall the first day
that forever began.
When our rugged life paths
began to grow
together,
intertwined, yet
from different
grounds.
I, as shy
as a Iamb,
trailed behind you
as we walked
to your villa,
unaware
of the ailments
ahead.
With your family
I felt lost in
all the affluence around
me.
Your family was
rich in more
ways than
one.
Your roots,
(Cont. on next column)
are well nourished,
by love and
water.
Daba,
my dear Daba,
I recall the first time
that my sugar daddy
your daddy
looked at me
with the eyes
of a hunter
about to trap
the long hunt
The Dance of the Fire Flies by sores-of-the-heart, literature
Literature
The Dance of the Fire Flies
Fire flies in the woods at night,
Dancing together in the moonlight
They flutter to and fro
Blinking yellow as they go
They represent the souls of the past
They do this as their last chance
To say goobye through one last dance
They take a bow and then they stop
Suddenly they flutter to the tree top
Their little colour of green-lime
Floats to the top never to be seen again in time.
YEa, it's 3 o'clock at night... and I'm not tired... well not the tire that would make me want to sleep... so I just submited a bunch of photos I've taken during the summer and one picture of my cat XD >^.^< MAOW
ANYWAYS since Megan told me that you can edit thing on photobucket it's SO much fun making picture.. and i take spurce them up a bit. YAY for Theresa relizing!*le GASP* a rare thing indeed.
So I hope people like the pictures!