Monday, November 02, 2009

an d finally

 And finally you choose to appear  your ghost riding directing the plains and the hills and the feel of its meath

round the certain clear luxury of her arms. Bending bronze round the strong loving of your held two gether its song to whisper the holy ringers of the peaces of her pet peeve. Its love like a  rare bullocked maternal solicitude.

This way shes' horned the ways past nothing and time.