Friday, February 25, 2005
"This Silent Earth"
by
William Blake Vogel III
This silent earth,
Cold as still echoes
In the chasms
Of a dead heart
Sleeps in silence,
Like funeral flowers
Beneath the winter chill:
Ravenous murderous
Crawling glimmers fade,
Ashes of a new day--
Everything is just daisy,
Pushing up in shadows
Burning bright, midnight
In permanence, thorough
As Death in perfect twilight,
Redemption
Crawling glimmers fade,
Ashes of a new day--
Everything is just daisy,
Pushing up in shadows.
Copyright 2004 A.D.
posted by W.B. Vogel III at 3:46 PM
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