The cage where he ate and slept
Was furnished with gems and flesh
So he would not bruise when he fell
Or his vision ever grow dull.
Garnets are brighter than angels,
He sang as he made his poems.
Garnets are brighter than angels,
He sang as he crushed his loins.
But how he loved the golden feathers
Which fluttered through the cage;
How he loved the golden shadows
When they covered up his face.
Was furnished with gems and flesh
So he would not bruise when he fell
Or his vision ever grow dull.
Garnets are brighter than angels,
He sang as he made his poems.
Garnets are brighter than angels,
He sang as he crushed his loins.
But how he loved the golden feathers
Which fluttered through the cage;
How he loved the golden shadows
When they covered up his face.
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!