15 November 1993 (19:41:58) The Stinging Gift ----------------- Wings from shoulders Angled Are sprouting Arms for arms That threw to shatter Strength Of wooden Earthenware
On Butterfly Summer An angel did fall Stinging the tulips And melting the dawns Erasing from men's minds The will to remember Belauding the darkness And praising the night
Every second is A second Of value Every moment Someone's dream comes true Every minute is A minute Of fascination Every moment Someone's world seems bright Every hour is An hour
The hallowed hollowing has not occured I think you have plugged the holes And patched the wounds You placed the seaside on my thumb And opened the gate