I am the sleepy queen bee
of a honeycomb universe
sleeping alone
in my beehive bed
in the silence of a dark winter
I feel the restless lines in the palm of this world
I have crawled through its every black hole
spring comes
I give birth to a thousand young ones
drunk from my andromeda milk
they totter out of the hive
to swing on the opening buds of galaxies
and roll the dust of light
into the hot coal
of the night sky
Kristiina Ehin
comentários (2)
O sol leu o Modus e rompeu o cerco de nuvens para não lhe marcares falta outra vez.
Por Paulo | janeiro 17, 2007 10:46 AM
em 17/01/2007 10:46
Lento, pálido, incerto - preciso de um sol mais... expresso! ;)
Por ana r. | janeiro 17, 2007 11:47 AM
em 17/01/2007 11:47