As I sink
through the
depths of
your bones
I sing, for
they blossom
and ring, with
vines and spires
atop ancient
cathedrals.
The
gargoyles grin
and I laugh
for the glass
shines in dust.
But where are
you now, as
I soar? The
clouds blind
me.
May 4, 2010
May 4, 2010 at 4:06 PM UTC
As I sink
through the
depths of
your bones
I sing, for
they blossom
and ring, with
vines and spires
atop ancient
cathedrals.
The
gargoyles grin
and I laugh
for the glass
shines in dust.
But where are
you now, as
I soar? The
clouds blind
me.