The World Is Ours
Scorn of care and
Bereft of concern.
Across silk fields,
Through untrodden rose gardens,
We meet, beyond eyes,
Beyond trivial harvest watcher,
Into a comfortable void of pull and push.
The ebbing and flowing mind,
The sunder of previous engagement.
The world...
Is ours
Bereft of concern.
Across silk fields,
Through untrodden rose gardens,
We meet, beyond eyes,
Beyond trivial harvest watcher,
Into a comfortable void of pull and push.
The ebbing and flowing mind,
The sunder of previous engagement.
The world...
Is ours
♠ ♠ ♠
.... Um.