Written For The One It Is Written For

[smokingboot]

The rap at the door is not meant for tonight
The dusting leaves that talked were all November
Bare trees are still caparisoned in light
While the moon hides beneath the lake; remember
This is the time for laughing at the dark, its flight
Connects us; here we are. Not yet so still,
Though watchers in the frost breathe out our chance
We are not dead who wait,until, until
The drum and flame are struck and then we dance.

Comments

[bleodswean]

Nice!!!

[smokingboot]

Thank you! :-)