02-24-2017, 07:42 AM
The morning is for Rachmaninoff and bees,
and the soft steps of pollened feet,
as black separates from white.
The sun is a bronze chime
and half the bed shivers.
In the copper glow,
the dew on the leafÂ
is a dappled darkness.
and the soft steps of pollened feet,
as black separates from white.
The sun is a bronze chime
and half the bed shivers.
In the copper glow,
the dew on the leafÂ
is a dappled darkness.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson