Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves
Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved
Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
Till the voice came calling
A relentless wave beating
the low moon breaks
amongst the waves
Till the sweet dew rises
Rippled honey crusted
Three dried flames
Fall leaves, preserved
Till the piercing dawn comes seeping
to Lie as the sweet dew sets