Nib's all bent and skewing ink,
Sombre remains still a beautiful pink,
The depth to the clothes which cover the sun,
Becomes all the time which we won't see undone,
In so of this query which broken and 'smayed,
Bring toward in the dreary and drink with the fae,
Lift peace yonder broth draining cups such in so,
Kilns forging destiny coloured of pure red silk,
Love do it matter which spell splits the hatter,
When dos and don't shatter illusions for some,
Please don't forget that forlorn symbols done.
So had a feeling,
A little inkling,
That today would be the day,
I sat about,
In my shoes and socks,
The rest of course,
I hadn't forgot,
And I waited for the idea.
It came to me,
In pieces you see,
And it's still not all here
With each now slot,
The edges would drop,
And make a new place to build upon,
The choice is clear,
It's sound as day,
Crystal night my dear,
I don't think they say.
So where to now,
I'd guage and guess,
Grade and form,
A mental intent,
Giving a damn,
About all the things,
Like this and that,
But not my wings,
Dramatic it is,
Inside or out,
It's where the heart lives.
Rowan Blair Colver
Sombre remains still a beautiful pink,
The depth to the clothes which cover the sun,
Becomes all the time which we won't see undone,
In so of this query which broken and 'smayed,
Bring toward in the dreary and drink with the fae,
Lift peace yonder broth draining cups such in so,
Kilns forging destiny coloured of pure red silk,
Love do it matter which spell splits the hatter,
When dos and don't shatter illusions for some,
Please don't forget that forlorn symbols done.
So had a feeling,
A little inkling,
That today would be the day,
I sat about,
In my shoes and socks,
The rest of course,
I hadn't forgot,
And I waited for the idea.
It came to me,
In pieces you see,
And it's still not all here
With each now slot,
The edges would drop,
And make a new place to build upon,
The choice is clear,
It's sound as day,
Crystal night my dear,
I don't think they say.
So where to now,
I'd guage and guess,
Grade and form,
A mental intent,
Giving a damn,
About all the things,
Like this and that,
But not my wings,
Dramatic it is,
Inside or out,
It's where the heart lives.
Rowan Blair Colver
