03-28-2014, 11:49 PM
When I was young with pockets full
My hands would skip away
My change into a rustic pond
Without a thought in play
What I bought was but a drop
A flagon full of lethe
To warm away the chill of death
And bathe in ripened heat
A spirit I could hold in hand
A goading cup of sun
To grow a rose upon a cheek
And make my body run.
My hands would skip away
My change into a rustic pond
Without a thought in play
What I bought was but a drop
A flagon full of lethe
To warm away the chill of death
And bathe in ripened heat
A spirit I could hold in hand
A goading cup of sun
To grow a rose upon a cheek
And make my body run.