I am the earth, you the tree
oh, grow, grow
Some fire spouts from the heat of the tongue.
A silver candlestick on the table
strike a match
And the world is lit.
Come, drink it now with me
one smile, two kind words
Wrath easy vanished.
From where comes light in so dank a corner?
like prising one word from fissures tight
But wonders never cease.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
I am the earth, you the tree
oh, grow, grow
Some fire spouts from the heat of the tongue.
A silver candlestick on the table
strike a match
And the world is lit.
Come, drink it now with me
one smile, two kind words
Wrath easy vanished.
From where comes light in so dank a corner?
like prising one word from fissures tight
But wonders never cease.
