2002-12-01
rise to grace
Dreaming inside: Sigur Ros
Peering out
into the vacant world,
no light shines
within the day.
Absence taken,
found and replaced,
like silhouettes
gone astray.
To whom it may
be better for,
those who
sought out fair.
Brushing lips for
grace to begin,
soft will, soft hands,
strong face to bare.
Dance among the
shadows that
caress the
fallen girl.
Teach her lessons
to mend the broken,
and sift through
the brightend world.
Give it all away,
for it rests and grows
within your hand.
Armored eyes and
heavy sighs,
you gave birth
to her final stand.
lunaadored at 10:12 p.m.