20 February 2011

She Looks Warm

golden she rises
a hint of red about her
peeking, coy, from the midst of trees
she looks warm
while 'round her the night breathes blackness
and sharp shards of crystalline glimmer
sting flesh and pierce hearts
like illusions of endless despair
yet she looks warm
she alone touched by the sun
while 'round her the night breathes blackness
and the living flee that dead world
hide, safe in small havens
let sharp shards of crystalline wishes
sting minds and pierce hearts
with illusions of endless longing
and she looks warm
while down here we breathe blackness

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