|The Bird Is Mortal
||[Aug. 12th, 2005|12:15 am]
I walk to the veranda and I stretch my fingers
Against the lengthened skin of night,
The lamps of communication are dark,
Nobody will introduce me to the sun,
None to the feast of sparrows,
Remember the flight,
The bird is mortal.
One of my absolute favourites. I hope this community picks up eventually. If not, it still exists for anyone who's interested.