i don't know if this is how we post, but oh well...

Twangs that rise and fall,
Notes meaning so much more than words can ever tell.
A passing thought beyond perception,
Captured in a sound as fleeting as the feeling,
What greater expression do the worldly posses?
No word can accurately describe such emotion.
And such is the precious value of song,
To fill in the gaps our language leaves behind.
~

Butterfly allies, glowing under yellow twinkle lights.
Cobblestone lanes, ivy covered walls.
Hanging flowers attached to terracota rooves.
Love in a green glass bottle,
Hold it to the light and watch it float and flutter.
Uncork the bottle, let the bug escape.
See it soar towards the swirly dotted sky.
Bye Bye butterly.
~

This is merely early waiting
For a time that is yet to come,
As the world unwinds and comes undone.
Early waiting in the shadows of the mind,
Stinging our early opened eyes.
Time unravels for waiters be-
The enders of life, humanity.
Gone with the early sight by impatient eyes,
The early waiters are but we,
Waiting for the end that has yet to come.
~


Anonymous
6/27/2006
01:15:14 AM