The sun lays herself upon memory
Laying ground for unspoken imagery
And in this place of privacy
I rest my head.
Light from sky
And warmth from day
Protrude my eyes with the scent and haze
Of pollens strong
Inconspicuous way
And in comfort that time will start again,
And industry will take away
These moments of lustful and lazy play.
Until that moment,
when new forms
Of peace and want display
dusk becomes the romance and the pleasure
summer are the wealthiest of my leisure
And we will meet behind the dusty throw of light
orange red will be our candle
Till night looms
This – the aspect of our life
Our destiny and daydream this day
Forever
Sep 17, 2009
Sep 17, 2009 at 1:49 AM UTC
The sun lays herself upon memory
Laying ground for unspoken imagery
And in this place of privacy
I rest my head.
Light from sky
And warmth from day
Protrude my eyes with the scent and haze
Of pollens strong
Inconspicuous way
And in comfort that time will start again,
And industry will take away
These moments of lustful and lazy play.
Until that moment,
when new forms
Of peace and want display
dusk becomes the romance and the pleasure
summer are the wealthiest of my leisure
And we will meet behind the dusty throw of light
orange red will be our candle
Till night looms
This – the aspect of our life
Our destiny and daydream this day
Forever
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