With trepidation

[radegund]

Taking a leaf out of niallm's book, here's a poem. It's old - I'll have to psych myself up considerably before I'll post a recent one.

Anachronistics

I tried to tell you. I tried
to explain the rare wonder of it.
In the dark nights, even whispering
was too much, and blue, gold, crimson
visions claimed me at your touch. Now
it is you who toil in vain. Oh, how
you strive to tell me the exquisite
tale of us! I am forgetting
what I used to believe, back when
you didn't listen - what you never heard.

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[niallm.livejournal.com]

Do you not rock? Hell, yes.