Thousands of dollars worth
of beautiful flower arrangements
While alive one is given
less than a quarter of the amount of roses presented at one's funeral
Hushed with the cool and tranquil veils
of darkness
Sings the lark,down river
Waves of somber streams
dance beneath the patronage
of the evening star
Blue lanterns in the distance
brighten the journey
Death found it's way through furious lust and furious hate
As the holly and ivy patterns on fine china played extraordinary games
swinging and swaying from side to side
with the sweet thick smoke of burning coals floating in circles
among common bread and common wine
Walk softly among the hills sweet child
Follow the sound of drum and pipe
Do not offend some soul among so many
with weighty words that bleed to ear
Run free and play now
without carrying sand
Build your castle, tower it strong
with walls and terraces
set high in an October's Moon
Sleep peacefully finished child
you have fulfilled your task
The sun's rays now shine clear
The leaves have altered their color scheme fallen at the surface of the waves
They are carried
The wind lifts them and the light reflects their diversity
melting all that is black
Now brilliant tints illuminate
Cut your strings
Set yourself free
Thousands of dollars worth
of beautiful flower arrangements
While alive one is given
less than a quarter of the amount of roses presented at one's funeral
Grey dawn of morning, surrounded by beauty
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
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Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:31
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of beautiful flower arrangements
While alive one is given
less than a quarter of the amount of roses presented at one's funeral
Holly And Ivy Patterns On Fine China
Hushed with the cool and tranquil veils
of darkness
Sings the lark,down river
Waves of somber streams
dance beneath the patronage
of the evening star
Blue lanterns in the distance
brighten the journey
Death found it's way through furious lust and furious hate
As the holly and ivy patterns on fine china played extraordinary games
swinging and swaying from side to side
with the sweet thick smoke of burning coals floating in circles
among common bread and common wine
Walk softly among the hills sweet child
Follow the sound of drum and pipe
Do not offend some soul among so many
with weighty words that bleed to ear
Run free and play now
without carrying sand
Build your castle, tower it strong
with walls and terraces
set high in an October's Moon
Sleep peacefully finished child
you have fulfilled your task
The sun's rays now shine clear
The leaves have altered their color scheme fallen at the surface of the waves
They are carried
The wind lifts them and the light reflects their diversity
melting all that is black
Now brilliant tints illuminate
Cut your strings
Set yourself free
Thousands of dollars worth
of beautiful flower arrangements
While alive one is given
less than a quarter of the amount of roses presented at one's funeral
Grey dawn of morning, surrounded by beauty
Poetry by TheresaCecilia
Read 676 times
Written on 2006-04-09 at 23:31
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