"thundry" poems
When all is rain and sun and gold and lost
And nothing holds for nothing
fold my heart.
It will not wander longer in the Fall
than this sweet summer moon of wanting
Id hang my heart upon a hook of brass
And leave it be a while if I could
Or put it cool inside a chest, or basket
Or give it rest from what it should
be doing, feeling this or that
or loving here,but heres the way it is:
while chaos kings with thundry wings
my heart will sing out loud
and i do dream of you
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 10:30 AM UTC