your poem rocked, this ones for you... happy vd... doesn't sound right does it? lol:
creatures scurry on bits of mirror,
etching your name on the molded sand.
a thousand times, in pieced regalia,
and spread accross the land,
to cairo with it's sphinx and asp,
to greece for timeless wonders,
mythros weeps for the secrets she keeps,
and loves of stars past plundered,
a reverential escapade,
steeling the fruits within the wounds,
that rip the savage heart from ice,
into a temperate womb.
