10-29-2015, 11:26 PM
THE BASKET FALLS
To sing the songs of summer's lurid dyes,
And be yourself in groves of could-have-beens;
To learn to love the smell of waking lies,
Then dream of naked girls on picture screens--
The flower basket falls. They said it's truth
To cast away the rose of you and I,
It's life to lose the lenses and review
The burning sun and blackened earth with eyes
Of humble blindness: how they mocked the way!
We gathered still the roses of the tree,
And though our lusts denied us time to pray,
We kept our eyes on immortality--
The hawthorn's blooms are false. It comes to this:
Our naked, burned-out souls, a fatal kiss.
[Quick note: ray's post for the original; ella's post for the first edit. They're too small to merit proper spoilers for me.]
To sing the songs of summer's lurid dyes,
And be yourself in groves of could-have-beens;
To learn to love the smell of waking lies,
Then dream of naked girls on picture screens--
The flower basket falls. They said it's truth
To cast away the rose of you and I,
It's life to lose the lenses and review
The burning sun and blackened earth with eyes
Of humble blindness: how they mocked the way!
We gathered still the roses of the tree,
And though our lusts denied us time to pray,
We kept our eyes on immortality--
The hawthorn's blooms are false. It comes to this:
Our naked, burned-out souls, a fatal kiss.
[Quick note: ray's post for the original; ella's post for the first edit. They're too small to merit proper spoilers for me.]