domingo, abril 06, 2014

I walked in the shadow of giants
when the heart in my chest was young
and it's taint was fresh and unscratched

I walked, happily and carefree,
in the company of young gods
under smiling rains and crying suns 

Never a giant or god was I
mind you, but the nymphs
did give me their secrets to keep

What was I but a stone
against which they would rest, 
and tell, and confess, and fell free again

But in the shadows of my deep dreams
do I see still their heat,
now but a memory...

...because I walked with them,
but no more.

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