Sunday, March 05, 2006

The sound of your anklets


Viking country arctic air
Flowing jet stream true north
Cooling the days and hearts
Sailing free and vast lands
Blowing winds here to bind
Flaking rhythm of sax
Melting puffs on crimsons arrival
Hauling buckets of dawn
Parading knot after knots of love
Lining through Midnights trek
Flashing for A pilgrim's prayer
Surfing You and me
Whispering Won't you come
The sound of your anklets
Coming down the Alps
Waiting are my ears