l***y
发帖数: 791 | 1 The sound of Sun moving
from solstice to equinox
has projected into paterns in coal,
into life pieces in amber.
I'd pour these two into a blender,
night dark and beaten gold,
and release the heat
that's recorded so very long ago
and as new as yesterday.
New because we are still here,
quick as days going. Quick
as the voices in song, laughing, sighing,
praying, avenging past pains,
burning them all to light.
Trembles climbing from deeper in the earth,
and eyelids opening on their own accord,
thes |
|
