tell me of the thunders that sing a thousand songs
Tag: freedom
cross my heart and burn slow at the stake
old phonebook the pages ripe with smell and distant memories
back to pick up the dreams we left under a rock on the cold coast
a touch of salamander’s blood to bring heat back to forgotten limbs
lost to night’s hunger flashlights sweeping the winter forest
a steady stream of darkness to dip our feet in
if you let me i’d steal your thunder tonight winter before the last light
seared into the mind’s eye cobalt blue fire defying gravity
a karmic disaster indeed all these sinful tags and labels
elancharan gunasekaran 