blowing away in dharamsala
the wind's come out a stormin'
and the power's off
for the tenth time tonight.
candles, darkness and lightbulbs
are passing along with the wind.
a lion headed lady roars songs outside the door,
thunder rolls in to back her.
it pleases me that she's my friend,
and it pleases me that she's locked me away
safe and alone in the room we share.
it's good to use my daytime rambling in the rocks
and picking thorns from the pads of my feet.
and it's good to remember that snowy mountains turn pink in the sunset,
like a million cherry trees lighting on fire for a moment
and then dying in respect for the soon-to-be night.
day's wind turns to night's wind
and whooshes blackness, candles, lightbulbs into town.
and the power's off
for the tenth time tonight.
candles, darkness and lightbulbs
are passing along with the wind.
a lion headed lady roars songs outside the door,
thunder rolls in to back her.
it pleases me that she's my friend,
and it pleases me that she's locked me away
safe and alone in the room we share.
it's good to use my daytime rambling in the rocks
and picking thorns from the pads of my feet.
and it's good to remember that snowy mountains turn pink in the sunset,
like a million cherry trees lighting on fire for a moment
and then dying in respect for the soon-to-be night.
day's wind turns to night's wind
and whooshes blackness, candles, lightbulbs into town.
posted by natalie at 9:58 AM
4 Comments:
yay i finally have to write address again! in protugal now.... have you found eben yet give him a hug for me but also a bit of a giggle... i miss you guys you are lucky to all be together!!
monkey
we're all online at the same time.
whoa man.
(rishikesh fever?)
Nice colors. Keep up the good work. thnx!
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Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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