23-Oct-2002
In among the plastic towers,
As the Barefoot touches soil,
Gather up bouquets of flowers
And fasten them with wire coils.
Catch the heat of shattered glass,
Hold the pinpricks burning bright;
Look upon discarded pasts
In the greyed and silent night.
Cast about for faded souls,
Feast upon the roasted dove;
As the sweetest birdsong lulls
Pledge to me eternal love.
The End
(:./psyche/youngro)
