Sunday, April 17, 2011

Monday, February 28, 2011

February Rhyme / Lines for a Boy

I see you now, in your winter-sun prison,
Your head full of music and sting like a bee;
There's spring at your window but spring will not touch you --
The frost in your bones will alone here decree.

I see you now, with your anger like Moses,
Your nations of roses sprout thorns in the night.
When your staff turns to dust you will laugh 'cuz you must
Trick the sharks and the sirens who thirst for your plight.

I see you now and you smile like a soldier,
You look so much older than before the wars;
You've learnt how to hide your remorse and your pride
And dismantle your godheads and burn down your stars.