I saw the herd
and now I'm seeing with them.
I felt their march
and now I'm part of their thunderous trudge.
I spoke and they heard
and now I hear the wolves approaching.
Strain and listen and you might hear my silent
Moan among the thousands weeping.
"The water feels just right."
Listening to - Fleurs Du Mal, Sarah Brightman.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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