Of Roses and Silver Thread, by ZeTz_Darke Subscribe to rss feed for ZeTz_Darke

Color me black...
Hint of blue...
While your at it...
Add some extra ingredients
To this proverbial stew. 
Mix it up...
However you want...
It matters not to me. 

Give me a rose...
Tie it to my fingers...
With silver thread...
Watch the petals...
of pictures remembered...
Catch them if you must...
There just remnants of lesser stuff...
They matter not to me. 

Create music with your eyes...
Mixing darks with lights...
and ease with chaos...
See pictures with your heart...
Whether they blend with day or night.
Record them on paper, go ahead...
I choose to keep them inside my head...
It's no use trying to convince me otherwise. 

Color me as you wish...
Adding anything you like...
It comes out no different...
You see in your own manner...
I see in mine...
Add in any ingredient you see fit...
Never mind if it hurts the final product a bit.

It wont appear as though it matters to me at all. 
Posted: 2005-07-26 14:31:35 UTC

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