Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Today it fell.

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.

I am the happiest I have been for the longest time, the falling snow today was magic, edward scissorhands is finally at work