Friday, 12 December 2008

Krishna


His was a song that knew no words

Lifting and fulfilling itself with each note

Flute on lips and eyes twinkling like sapphires

Blue skin rapt with the passing breeze

Cheeks raised to the irridescent melody

Each time his tongue touched the reed

Another universe was born.

1 comment:

  1. Hey, you, Simon! Great and guh-roovy to hear from you. Netherlands, huh? Wow. I didn't think our blog went that far, but, then again, they don't call it the WWW for nuthin --- God bless you, my friend, and may the Creator of the Cosmos bestow upon thee a wonderful, wonderful CHRIST-mass (hint-hint) -kold

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