This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star
Is it like this
In death's other Kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone
(T.S.Elliot)
Hallo ihr fremden Seelen... :-)
geschrieben von: Homunculus
the moon - can't stretch as far as necessary to touch it, but I can watch it, watch it until my last day
and I will die with its picture sparkling in my opened eyes...
