The stars are pleased for the will of the night,
Refrain from idle hands playing tunes of the blind
I string a sheet with beads of blood
I have tasted something new , so
As I have layn and bled in this damp bed
Too long
Id rather sleep on the floor
Wait perhaps I could find a way to
Sleep under the stars
For the stars have spoken to me through
Shut curtains, when I gasped for breath
For upon opening the window would there be fresh air …
I never dared to for fear of fear,
Why must I stay here when my true place is beneath the open sky
Where the air is plentiful
Why must I forsake my self and wait for the tide
To wash away this sand
I think ill find a way ……
2007-08-20 06:55:23 · 2 answers · asked by likeminded 3 in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
its a religous poem
2007-08-20 07:03:23 · update #1
what i like about poems is a rythm , i miss it in this poem. The idea to live under an open sky instead in a closed room is fruitfull
my 2 cts
2007-08-20 07:05:13 · answer #1 · answered by gjmb1960 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
once again you have touched my soul
2007-08-22 02:52:11 · answer #2 · answered by heads 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋