Stonecold sleep
At once, in the dead of night
it struck me
my muscles hardened like cables pulling a freighttrain
Golden greatness
blower of wind, wielder of rain
I was rock, I could
breathe
the living lightning
Clouds of fire replaced my head
the steam in my veins
crawling
running
through my stonecarved body
I was hard
stonecold, deadhard
when all the time
I let myself sink
slowly surely sink into
the softness of sleep
a sleep without dreams...
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Woensdag, september 15, 2004 16:46 |
| Splendid.. | |
| dimly me: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 14:38 |
| moet ik nog positief reageren of weet je wel dat ik je gedichten waardeer? dimly me |
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| de nifter: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 11:19 |
| goh.... zeer apart. maar daarom niet minder intrigerend... | |
| Godvader: | Dinsdag, september 14, 2004 11:07 |
| hele mooie woorden heb je hier gebruikt.... impressive |
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Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: ~Marina~ | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 14 september 2004 | ||
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