Monday, February 18, 2008

The morning lake   A bird cried all night Hue heu heuu… Night was listening his lament Erosive inland mimic darkness    Put upon trail for his streams I cut my night and hang Behind dawn at his golden lock Listing his gate opening Crik crik shaded mist sling… Distant hues scented breeze Jade green little girl’s lips Crimson buds lapping scent        O morning, your golden face   Dawn at the pageantry lake Tears from his gleaming flick Nested courtly sapient sky Envisioned tidal ripples Rooted region of eternal Lofty intent is earthly splendor I hear your mighty songs Reflective laurel bird’s lips Moral solitude is a pride Seclusion is root of excellence    Only a perquisite of fineness   Your vision what is beyond Walk through wings of whole Your virtuoso brooding is clarity Beguiled gift is your sated heritage Finest cradle of your splendor   16/02/08 3:10am www.youngsunkimwalker.com   2:16:05 PM