3.17.2008 @ 8:40:00 AM
The Firefighter.
How could such stillness
Bring much life saving device?
Like a firefighter on the verge
As the deafening silence break the ice.
How could such depth ever render
An impossible demeanor?
A wolf-triggered tune
To serenade the weary moon.
How could such existence
On the safer side
Ever suffice a daily dose
Of an overflowing madness
Of diminishing melancholic vices.
How could such embrace
Contain much cupful of rain?
And revise it into sympathy
Yet instilling much space.
How could this ever be
A chase of mystery
A pool of speculations?
And how could I ever be
The constant trace
Of how you could ever be
More than just a phase?
Had nothing else to do. So blahblahblah.
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