One summer's eve, with sleepy eyes, went I to draw a bath
When through the open window spied a light upon my path
The gleam was small and cold, and yellow-white as lightning
But due to familiarity an image much less frightening
As I approached the image seemed to grow
Still ran I, for said my mind, "This picture do I know."
The glimmer was more steady than I knew it should have been
Yet nothing else could glow like that, from nature nor from men
When closer still, the light looked blue, and then it turned to red
And as I came upon it, two spots shone instead
The final step was taken and the light became a band
But without hesitation, upon it closed my hand
With joy I looked, but shocked became, for lo I held a snake!
And with a fiendish grin, behold the serpent spake,
"You ought not to search for bugs until you are awake!"
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Watchmaker, Watchmaker, make me a watch.
Make time go slower but never let it stop
And speed up the ticking when the going gets rough,
‘Cause to me all this trying it’ll never be enough.
A smothered cry
The sands of time
Leaking through a crack in the hourglass.
Just my luck,
The sands of time
Will only last as long as they last.
Watchmaker, Watchmaker, make me a watch.
Make me a new one ‘cause I don’t like my clock.
The minutes seem to crawl by, but only when there’s pain,
So all this relativity is driving me insane.
With shocking speed,
The sands of time
Pressing down and putting out the flame.
Don’t let me lose
The sands of time
Flowing ‘tween my fingers like the rain.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 7:44 PM UTC
Diamond dewdrops, silvery horse,
Untainted innocence stays its course.
Topaz ring, rising sun,
Unchanging euphoria, can’t be undone.
Rose-quartz sunset, tender kiss,
Soft and sweet, untouched bliss.
Sapphire sky, reflection in rain,
Peaceful, majestic, free from pain.
Emerald eyes, sweetened lime,
Smooth and easy, not moved by time.
Ruby fruit, open heart,
Unchecked passion from the start.
Carnelian flower, flame burns brisk,
Wild and new, a daring risk.
Amethyst crystal, curtain drawn,
Beauty and tension reveal their brawn.
Obsidian stone, midnight’s scare,
Bitter-sweet, painful, almost despair.
Opal dream, colour-streaked dove,
Who can unravel the mysteries of love?
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC