Post by xunpredictablel on Jan 6, 2010 21:53:39 GMT -5
|Title| Untitled.
|Rating| PG
I bring to you this zinfandel, O forest,
to romance you in a time of need.
As I pour the liquid on your roots, the trees reach down to me,
making love with their fingertips.
O! I drink to you, old forest.
Your eyes that watch me when I need.
Bring me back, my forest,
the dignity that comes with loving thee.
And in your roots I find mine ashes.
From them, you created life.
I sacrifice my life, myself, to you- my forest.
So when I am a spirit, my soul is bound to you.
Mine life feels like your thickest tree:
the weight tumbling down.
I can barely stand, O forest!
So here I lay me down to sleep.
|Rating| PG
I bring to you this zinfandel, O forest,
to romance you in a time of need.
As I pour the liquid on your roots, the trees reach down to me,
making love with their fingertips.
O! I drink to you, old forest.
Your eyes that watch me when I need.
Bring me back, my forest,
the dignity that comes with loving thee.
And in your roots I find mine ashes.
From them, you created life.
I sacrifice my life, myself, to you- my forest.
So when I am a spirit, my soul is bound to you.
Mine life feels like your thickest tree:
the weight tumbling down.
I can barely stand, O forest!
So here I lay me down to sleep.