Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Morning dust :

Morning dust

Filled with lust

Eyes of gold

Rip my soul

Love and fear

All so near

Skin ice cold

In the razor sharp world

Transparent in time

Forever mine

So far

So near

Why always fear

Hand and love

Hand of hate

All that this world have create

Morning dust

Children crushed

Pain and sorrow

My world

My tomorrow


- H. De Villiers -