tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988225.post-1109591232522485602005-02-28T05:45:00.000-06:002005-02-28T05:50:05.353-06:00The glass of the wilted Earth shatters the potent sea,<br />taking sobbing Embers from their shore, littered with ash,<br />charred leaves and dust.<br />August gale, blow from the East, take rope and wind-it-round,<br />around their belts and flinty tears, convulsion of rock,<br />metal and crust.<br />First nadir, then zenith, first my yang, and then my yin,<br />hidden lava trailing pale, white marble,<br />distance from the wind's discover.<br />The stealthy glass of the observer's wonder,<br />controlled by her hand, the Embers' mother,<br />snuck this sanguine, rosen slit.<br />Pinched from the glass's sweet, frozen kiss.<br />© 2005 Arianne WatsonArihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01135499150479657412noreply@blogger.com