Post by xserenityx on Aug 27, 2004 3:34:00 GMT -5
The scorpion’s canopy
Swings lower than the vines
A kaleidoscope of red
Immersed in rosy signs
Enveloped in crime
Such a cloudy mess
In the air beyond the room
Revelations in ribbon
Sing sweetly to the moon
And I’ll be leaving soon
The palest grains of sand
Lit up like lightning bolts
Carried by the sky
The only thing I hold
As I buckle and I fold
Swept away by grace
In a leap of metal hands
The moon is fading fast
I’ll soak up one last glance
And step away entranced
By Melissa K. Wellborn
Swings lower than the vines
A kaleidoscope of red
Immersed in rosy signs
Enveloped in crime
Such a cloudy mess
In the air beyond the room
Revelations in ribbon
Sing sweetly to the moon
And I’ll be leaving soon
The palest grains of sand
Lit up like lightning bolts
Carried by the sky
The only thing I hold
As I buckle and I fold
Swept away by grace
In a leap of metal hands
The moon is fading fast
I’ll soak up one last glance
And step away entranced
By Melissa K. Wellborn
