It¡¯s dawn When the heart is open Cool breeze on my ears sings A bypassing caress of ecstasy long forgotten And what unknown hand rings The sing-song bells of genes , a hand Made of honeycomb from faraway land And amrita drops from every finger tip When all the fine silk dresses down strip
In this nakedness of coming days and years Those busy bees will come dancing Drunk with my sugar-flavored tears, Till they melt in this honey of pure being--- It¡¯s dawn.
It's Dawn
Posted - Dec 26 2013 : 08:46:30 AM
That is sweet, Pheel, thank you!
