Farsighted
Great Salamanders dance
Across floors of Marble and Chrome
Sitting, stuck in Caves
Scores of Gnomes let their minds Roam
Undines sit and sigh
Favor love, Neglect chores on Sea Foam
Sylphs never try to preside
Past the Doors of their Heavenly Dome
Can no one else see them?
Phantoms, not more than myths in Dusty Old Tomes?
Centuries pass... these Elementals
Begin to Abhor every human they call Home
from Wednesday, September 17 2008
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From the overly silent spectator's corner-- I must say it was much more powerful when read (but what isn't?)
I dig it.
Very, very true. It seems I always write these things like songs, I guess that's it ;)
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