本帖最后由 Immanuel 于 2010-9-22 17:36 编辑


from an unknown land I have traveled
like a particle of another fractal world
from ages past they have marveled
with every strand of time sharper than a sword

eyes opened then shut
shudder down as a spectacle of colors
sorrows flow and mingle, never can be cut
with love, crystallized by those aged distillers

oh, long wings of a free spirit
oh, deep well of a bonded soul  
but I, will soar, carried by your chariot
or settle down, answering your persistent call

do not stir, just drink
chills down to the spine made of rock
and when I am sober after another sink
I’d know eons aren’t a joke