Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
February 13th, 1991 by Jim Clark
Would that a man be less of the stars, than light
For mine eyes are not blind to the beauty
of darkness.
Darkness, sickly sweet
With skin like the sea
and Eyes like yellow wine; would that I dance
of your touch
Blank stare into internal skies
Skies of hope and prosperity,
that they should clash in a glitter of despair
And to be lost? With smoke and dreams,
so do I vanish.
Would you care to comment on this?
You must be logged in to post a comment.
(Go ahead, it's easy to register. I promise I won't spam you.)
