Winter Nights And 1000 Galaxies
A thousand chimes sounding vocal cries On grim winter nights, And that whistled smile, reflecting beneath the stars, In all the galaxies where funerals drift far away, There collides immovable metaphors, Violently dancing with immortal legs, Knock-knee children are rewarded fancy feasts For their virtues engraved in the skies, And measly varmits roam free Without fear covering their strides, And these winter scenes do curl my wits, As hell appears to be so false, And heaven, dear warped heaven (Fragile dreams to break in the end) I’ve learned to sleep with my eyes so aware As passion and feeble hands do compose such music, And winter nights! You widow, you widower! I’ve known you so long As I look into your eyes, I see...I feel, A thousand galaxies at which do cry, Much like you Quite like I (winter nights... I am your child)Don't forget to paint my smile on your hands Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 12:55 PM PST 0 • 10
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"A thousand chimes sounding vocal cries ..."