Post by Obsidian_Butterfly on Jan 21, 2007 18:04:37 GMT -5
flames of Blue
Lips of the decaying carnation
And a hymn of the family crest
Laying my quil at his feet
along with the stories of my life
words for the dying
sendings for the dead
and the drums begin to beat
changing hearts
forging the feminine
Ankles rolling
Hips shifting
and the volume is raised
Falling from the end
to return to the beginning
teeth grinding
fingers touching
the tambourine chimes
and the water twists
Hair dripping
clothes clinging
my feet in the twists center
my face within the orb
beats
chimes
SILENCE!
orbs floating
my spirit rising
completed...
Lips of the decaying carnation
And a hymn of the family crest
Laying my quil at his feet
along with the stories of my life
words for the dying
sendings for the dead
and the drums begin to beat
changing hearts
forging the feminine
Ankles rolling
Hips shifting
and the volume is raised
Falling from the end
to return to the beginning
teeth grinding
fingers touching
the tambourine chimes
and the water twists
Hair dripping
clothes clinging
my feet in the twists center
my face within the orb
beats
chimes
SILENCE!
orbs floating
my spirit rising
completed...
( THANKS LISA NOELLE FOR THE BEAUTIFUL AVATAR AN SIG USING MY EYES!!)
