Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Angelic Conception

The fallen leaves crawl back under my feet,
They like to be trodden by me.
Their past has been shed by the willowy trees,
How do they always find me?


They're angels
Of your snow burial.
They alone promise to wait
Before your grave.

Your empty grave…

Never thought confessions could also kill,
Wise time strolls would never reveal.
Never knew secrets would take turn to heal,
Times behind would mislead…

They're angels
Of your snow burial.
They alone promise to wait
Before your grave.

Your empty grave…

I wish one day summer comes to the creek,
Your tears unfrozen, I wish to see.
In black and white, now, I wish to be free.
Like the leaves reborn under my feet…

My wings are now dry,
I swear I’m alive,
I shall never cry,
You cannot die.

I,your Angel,
Of your snow-burial.
I alone promise to wait,
Before your grave.

To take you away…





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