O, what a beautiful Sky-rose,
Sent from the East.
As the clouds pass, it spreads
It has wings, made of ribbons.
I smile like a child,
Knowing it was sent for me.
For all the world to see,
Yet all the world ignores.
Your love is all around me,
I feel your presence everywhere,
Yet it stifles me.
Sky-rose, spread, and become many,
For many Sky-people to have.
I give them to you.
Music, fill my ears,
But do not remind me
Of one who is far away.
For I, the ignorant Romeo,
Have not yet removed the mask.
waterspiritdragon45 · Tue Aug 23, 2005 @ 12:00am · 0 Comments
