At times those sleep and at others rage
Forwarding towards some wilding gaze
Ponderous flash and drizzles away
My personal sleeps on Thursday
Chosen one that barked next to his highest tree
Counting rest as ever liberated, ever free
Always next to the yellow bark it stood
Night gowned mah hall yard
But the glimpse still glistened with the sky darn
Woke across the red of Friday’s sun
A man true in hat to cut the orchard here
Brought down the tree in thy garden owned
I smiled and looked in the sky
The cloud was gone
Then I shifted mah glare to the ground
And searched, searched for the yellow wooden hound
There was none
The sleeping cloud never in sky again
And neither any orchard stick ever glittered wild any day
Shringi
31 October, 2006
Forwarding towards some wilding gaze
Ponderous flash and drizzles away
My personal sleeps on Thursday
Chosen one that barked next to his highest tree
Counting rest as ever liberated, ever free
Always next to the yellow bark it stood
Night gowned mah hall yard
But the glimpse still glistened with the sky darn
Woke across the red of Friday’s sun
A man true in hat to cut the orchard here
Brought down the tree in thy garden owned
I smiled and looked in the sky
The cloud was gone
Then I shifted mah glare to the ground
And searched, searched for the yellow wooden hound
There was none
The sleeping cloud never in sky again
And neither any orchard stick ever glittered wild any day
Shringi
31 October, 2006
No comments:
Post a Comment