Life is a curious thing;
as fragile as glass,
as precious as gold.
Spun slowly from a thousand strands of silver
spider web.
Sewn and patched together from
old clothes,
by the sorrow-sweet whistling
of the wind.
Made in
a shell
that a child has placed against his ear
to hear the sea.
Made with
Sea foam
and Mermaids’ songs
and Rocky cliffs
and Storm and Lightening
and Laughter.
Nothing more than
a fluffy white cloud
which gradually turns greyer
the further Time carries her lantern
across the sky.
Beautiful,
delicate,
Unique,
perfect,
simple,
present,
so
amazingly
solidly
Dreamlike.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Life is a curious thing;
as fragile as glass,
as precious as gold.
Spun slowly from a thousand strands of silver
spider web.
Sewn and patched together from
old clothes,
by the sorrow-sweet whistling
of the wind.
Made in
a shell
that a child has placed against his ear
to hear the sea.
Made with
Sea foam
and Mermaids’ songs
and Rocky cliffs
and Storm and Lightening
and Laughter.
Nothing more than
a fluffy white cloud
which gradually turns greyer
the further Time carries her lantern
across the sky.
Beautiful,
delicate,
Unique,
perfect,
simple,
present,
so
amazingly
solidly
Dreamlike.
