Thursday, February 07, 2013

Cataclysmic Fire.


Cataclysmic Fire.




The morning has arrived sublime,
Time waited not so coldly yet,
Bet me on a chance to win,
Sin is the veil I bring here,
Dear are the price for loving her.
Fir and spruce refresh my head,
Fed into the gangly time of knowledge,
College is to be a way of hope,
Nope, I thought too long upon a song,
Wrong the label of my desire yet.
Get far away where troubles brew,
Knew the entry into sound waves,
Craves a darkness filled with light,
Tonight she brings me to Ipa-nema,
Have-you-seen-her wearing beauty,
Fruity like a naughty nymph alive,
Survive a day of being nicely randy,
Candy to the mouth of uncle Sandy,
Handy if you like this older passion,
Fashion to excite his unused furnace.