Tuesday, October 2, 2007

A gaze like stars plunging in time

After all the jacks are in their boxes,
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
footprints dress in red.

And the wind whispers Mary.

A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
somewhere a King has no wife.

And the wind it cries Mary.

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last."

And The Wind Cries Mary.
~"The wind cries Mary"-Hendrix

4 comments:

syd said...

photshop magic again!


beee-u-ti-ful!

get urself a better model next time though:P

Taaneyasinterlude said...

meghi's going step on you verrrrry soon!hehe!

Anonymous said...

frogs dont step. they hop.

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