Jan 04, 2005 22:47
Forgive the trespasser
that invades calm
and deep waters
For blind is he
who troubles The
serenity of blues
and warm hues
With crimson
Drops that trickle
in torrents of Woe,
be gone and
Forgive of those
who trouble, a
Calm blew and,
Deeper who with
tears of Love
Lost and interred
for these are
shallow and pale
Passers in transient
times lost in waters
out of their League