Tuesdays...
7/29/03 02:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alasanonare reading and writing and feeling like the colour of your eyes.
my love, said she, is a silent thing
cast in sunbeams and shadows and violin strings
modeled in windshapes, figured in glass
with violet scars and engravings in brass
it has no voice to speak with, and no cries to share
if you could not see it, you'd never know it was there
(but perhaps you have felt its wingtips brush your hair)
i've never known how to show it, she said with a frown
to you in particular, or anyone else i have known
for those quiet hours asleep on the lawn
but when i've awoken to find the patterns gone
i've thought of the way that i love, and moved on
my love, said she, is a silent thing
cast in sunbeams and shadows and violin strings
modeled in windshapes, figured in glass
with violet scars and engravings in brass
it has no voice to speak with, and no cries to share
if you could not see it, you'd never know it was there
(but perhaps you have felt its wingtips brush your hair)
i've never known how to show it, she said with a frown
to you in particular, or anyone else i have known
for those quiet hours asleep on the lawn
but when i've awoken to find the patterns gone
i've thought of the way that i love, and moved on
