From without we see the sparkle, the stars
For the sparkle, and the stars
You might read fairgrounds and music
You might hear the symphonies
As the notes, one by one, slip
Out of your gossamer sheath
From without we are tears, and heartbreak
From within we are heartbreak, and tears
For the tears, and the heartbreak
You might read strangers & lovers
You might hear the sighs
As the embraces, one by one, slip
Back in to your gossamer sheath
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
