An ode to Class X-D
Friday, January 20, 2006
Hello
I read this be4 equal music. It appropriates the occasion.
Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.
Had our words turned to other things
In the grey park, the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation:
Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,
Peace 2 the heart with touch or word,
Ease to the soul with note or chord.
How did that walk, those winter hrs,
Occasion this? No lightning came,
Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers-
Rather, by what our spirits burned,
embered in words, to us returned.
Perhaps this could have stayed unstated.
Had our words turned to other things
In the grey park, the rain abated,
Life would have quickened other strings.
I list your gifts in this creation:
Pen, paper, ink and inspiration,
Peace 2 the heart with touch or word,
Ease to the soul with note or chord.
How did that walk, those winter hrs,
Occasion this? No lightning came,
Nor did I sense, when touched by flame,
Our story lit with borrowed powers-
Rather, by what our spirits burned,
embered in words, to us returned.
:: posted by Aarushi, Friday, January 20, 2006