| The road to nowhere is always winding |
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| john adams (johnqadamsiiinospam@minusthis.yahoo.com) |
2005/02/15 23:55 |
Bring me the head of William Butler Yeats
I am a rainbow and you are a dark sonnet
Amidst the arrows of the heart
I climb the stars
And you float lightly in the shadow
A remarkable fish is swimming in the ocean
A remarkable sun is descending in the bay
While a tornado in broad daylight is stirring
A pond of stars is gathering in the glade
A moth on a journey to nowhere
Is a misfit of the most ethereal kind
Love is its trap
The road to nowhere is always winding
Through thorn and heaven
Or brush and hell
Into the twilight climbing
A fond wind beneath its sail
Remember the sea, Remember the sea
The earliest plants grew underwater
In this place called Hope or Regret
There is simplicity in the things in the mind
That connect with the things of the sea
The road to nowhere is always winding
There are places called somewhere
that are yet to be
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