adventures in dysthymia

Friday, April 30, 2004

Fireflies

Bring me the light of fireflies,
the cobweb's thread, and I
shall fashion a gown of night for you.

Bring me the evening breeze
and I shall set it whispering
all my secrets in your ear.

And bring me your kiss, your draught
of stars, that I might deeply
drink and never thirst till dawn.

Stephen Brooke ©2004

All the yearnings and mushy romantic stuff finds its way out late in the evening...I'd better get to bed! :)

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