23/10/2006 7:07:21 PM

Unsure

the text bites the lines in between,

they fight over a space - filled tension,

wiching gluts on a star filled with night,

nigh awareness carried on a faery wing into the flower.

The daisy head bops and bobs, singing

a tune alive to the lily in full bloom -

she has come round, knocking on the door to say goodbye,

never to let light fill the faery fiddle.