In my sleep.

• Artist: E p s i i l o n_
• Description: Not much to say about it.. :/
• Date: 01/03/2009
• Tags: sleep death

Weary.
Long fingers, thin as measurements,
Touch a tiny string.
Ring out, a sound,
Too quiet for consideration,
Yet encouraged by a longing look.
I sing--
Another voice in solemn count.
An end in mind, I seek that tiny object...
Held in hand,
A glowing grain,
Plucked from Father’s glass.
I am content.

Comments

[vardo5]

Harsh eh? Hmmm. The harshest criticism i could give would be that sometimes i like to not have to work for my art. Sometimes i like meaning to be obvious. Then again i like subtlety too...i like the poem on your profile more...5/5 nonetheless.