Feb 27, 2005 21:35
Avalanche Steam
Its easy to remember the warmth inside
The farnes did whine and grow louder then a whisper
Cast color on our frowning pale faces
Outside the air danced with the green
Molding the forest bent in the clouds
Beneath the avalanche, steam pours ( into ..the growing soil , feeding loyal dreams carved rusted in a separate building) like a morning beams
Now I rest under the white window
The snow longs to embrace me
Thick are the patterns that cross my belly
Held heat near my chest
The wood did whine through his tall arm
Give time for rest
The visiters are less down here
Beneath the avalanche, living rooms become newly born