| Posted on January 4, 2009 at 11:22 AM |
Blooming silk roses
Lying on unforgettable grounds
A hollow hand
With crystal colors
Buries Davey Jones sound
Under the colors we hail
Ye the treasures we behold
Lingering in myth
Across the several unfold
Gathering dust and curiosity
Only to be found by nothing
In the chaotic wonders
That fell down below
Categories: Poetry