poem
Posted on 2004.11.13 at 22:28Humeur actuelle: nidigo
Musique actuelle: 5 same CDs
April Moon
An April moon may show her face
When winter's tune is all erased
And morning looks from east to west
And waste becomes amazing grace
The snow of twilight's longful haunt
Made from tears and dust of want
Do one day paint the sky with gold
And cannot April's turning daunt
From crimson crest to man-in-moon
From boiling air to fair balloon
The gust for life shall turn a cheek
And brush the face of April soon
An April moon may show her face
When winter's tune is all erased
And morning looks from east to west
And waste becomes amazing grace
The snow of twilight's longful haunt
Made from tears and dust of want
Do one day paint the sky with gold
And cannot April's turning daunt
From crimson crest to man-in-moon
From boiling air to fair balloon
The gust for life shall turn a cheek
And brush the face of April soon
