:: January Midnights ::

:: Tuesday, March 09, 2004 ::

Heathen, I?
Yes, I am of the heath-
Born beneath a brier,
Bourne upon a bier,
I end a life in fire
To be born inside a tear
That gentle falls onto the soil
And wakes that gentle soul
From it's ever-growing toil
To rest, repose, console







:: Fox 1:27 PM [+] ::
...

Heathen child, o the energy
Found in you, twisting like the dusty dim
Of filtered stormy sundark in late afternoon

Patchouli incense that permeates the walls
That rises from the ill-swept floor
Ancient scents that linger
Ghosts of rituals long past.

In your youth, an age unnumbered
I watch your grim determination
Pull the years to you like scarves
Winding them around your body
Borrowed knowledge, arcane and precious

I do envy you, for I believe
That, though further from heaven
In height and life,
You are, oh newborn spirit
So much closer than I
To the divine.




:: Fox 1:09 PM [+] ::
...

My love for you is like a rose, that with each passing day;
Slowly, softly, surely grows in nature's bright display-
And with a certain subtle skill, it's thorny limbs all twining -
A broad expanse it's body fills, and whispers in it's binding,
A thousand lips of ruby red, murmuring of wishes-
Rising from it's earthly bed, promising a thousand kisses.
Though these flowers, mortal, fade, and winter's breath does set them free,
These are flowers that my heart has made, and shall live and bloom as long as thee.

~Fox
:: Fox 4:13 PM [+] ::
...

Sitting behind me, he softly talks
And gently brushes through my locks
With the reverent care men only bring
To their most beloved things

So lifts he in lightly callused hands
My delicately drifting strands
Though no different they from all my ilk
He handles them like Thailand silk

Brushing glances o'er my head
And smiling at my ruby threads
He leans to press his kisses there
And braids his love into my hair.

~Fox
:: Fox 3:27 PM [+] ::
...

There is an arctic ocean in my diner glass -
I peer through the graduated amber
Admiring the tiny geometries of ice cube floes
That tilt and tumble in straw-born wake.
:: Fox 2:34 PM [+] ::
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