Colored Rain - White
This pure caress of liquid gravity
is life's first sight and gentle innocence,
with deep, warm sighs and mild embrace
the hands of love do hold thy face,
to hide thine eyes until all is well,
to hide thine eyes until gone is hell,
to hide, to shield,
to find, to wield a masked lie
Where lambs' thick wool
shall suffocate the spinning die,
Where the chance of evil's duel,
is gone to Dis, has gone to burn,
and shall exist, but ne'er return.
is life's first sight and gentle innocence,
with deep, warm sighs and mild embrace
the hands of love do hold thy face,
to hide thine eyes until all is well,
to hide thine eyes until gone is hell,
to hide, to shield,
to find, to wield a masked lie
Where lambs' thick wool
shall suffocate the spinning die,
Where the chance of evil's duel,
is gone to Dis, has gone to burn,
and shall exist, but ne'er return.
posted by Eat a Book at 2:37 PM
1 Comments:
This is the beginning of a set of poems centered around the archetypes of color and the nature of rain and the water cycle.
A little info, Dis is a big city in hell.
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