Nov 08, 2009 02:15
Slowly drifting
Out to sea
Lifted only
By decree
To one so valiant
Forth-coming, strong
Toils over
victories won
A heart floats
On Cronos' foam
Grown in beauty
Hair silk-spun
Of our distant reverie
No heart foresakes
The golden key
What greater mystery
Lest there behold
A lovers' perish
To each his own