06-18-2015, 04:18 AM
Lodged between the humps,
Camel carried not spilling a drop
I gulped and gasped for freshness
following ley-lines with hedge row rabbits.
The candles have been stealing light
with knowledge of how short a life can be
when wrinkles pool before they run.
Imagine then on sun-baked stone
climbing high inside the rose,
thatched for a welcome nest,
wattle daubs warmth
south facing over its step.
In this place there is light enough
for all creatures to turn their faces.
In this place there is enough.
Camel carried not spilling a drop
I gulped and gasped for freshness
following ley-lines with hedge row rabbits.
The candles have been stealing light
with knowledge of how short a life can be
when wrinkles pool before they run.
Imagine then on sun-baked stone
climbing high inside the rose,
thatched for a welcome nest,
wattle daubs warmth
south facing over its step.
In this place there is light enough
for all creatures to turn their faces.
In this place there is enough.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out