The bright moon, the wind moves leaves - geese not seen. Flight across the pond, well met A being bigger than names
raindrops on the roof dead leaf oceans scattering who knocks at the door? Weeping willow, strong old oak, fire dancing from ancient skies. Fresh sweet cool air Solid comfort Deep stillness within the rush Here..., It..., Is..., desiring, galaxies, and swollen breasts. the wind stirs sick, achy, resting quiet sun shines Change flowers in the wanting Petals inform beauty, grace In milky way embrace Lustful Impassioned ethereal whisps Of angels breath in starry skies Nothing, her darkness shining, words unwritten, waves unseen. Her hair hung lovely as the autumns dusk, Her eyes dark almonds ...by a neurosurgical stroke so fine I find myself completely out of my mind.. clouds and blue, earth dripping cold water - Get over it now! Laughing, calling, babbling, this river flows well. unseen beneath trees flowing ocean of Glowing tune of autumn dreaming of approval, approval, approval the starving child who never sleeps on my PC, hours pass like minutes pass like seconds on my PC. my childs weeping in his sleep Leaf drops overhead - I move out of the way. Into a future without flow, under a sky no longer blue, but with its calling no less true. I wrote for you then, like Cyrano, Words I would never speak. Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
