A poem to Buc

[Psaw]

Even now
If i see in my soul the citroen breasted fair one
Still gold tinted, his face like our night stars
Drawing unto him, his body beaten about with flame
My first of all reason of his years
Then is my heart buried alive in snow.

Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
where they had thought away their youth
I found not the salt of the whispers of my boy
Murmer of confused colours as we lay near sleep
Little wise words little witty words, wanton as water honied with eagerness.

Even now
I mind that i loved cypress and roses clear
The great blue mountains and the small grey hills
The sounding of the sea
Upon a day i saw strange eyes and hands like butterflies
For me larks flew from the thyme and children came to bathe in little streams.

Even now
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life
Drinking green cups and gold at the great feast
Just for a small and forgotten time i have had from off my boy
The whitest pouring of eternal light...

When can i co

[Floppy_funbags]

That's brung a tear to me eye Frank.

Did you write that all by yourself?

[Sir_Judd]

Pile of ****ing ****e.

[521buc]

[quote="Psaw"]Even now
If i see in my soul the citroen breasted fair one
Still gold tinted, his face like our night stars
Drawing unto him, his body beaten about with flame
My first of all reason of his years
Then is my heart buried alive in snow.

Even now
I mind the coming and talking of wise men from towers
where they had thought away their youth
I found not the salt of the whispers of my boy
Murmer of confused colours as we lay near sleep
Little wise words little witty words, wanton as water honied with eagerness.

Even now
I mind that i loved cypress and roses clear
The great blue mountains and the small grey hills
The sounding of the sea
Upon a day i saw strange eyes and hands like butterflies
For me larks flew from the thyme and children came to bathe in little streams.

Even now
I know that i have savoured the hot taste of life
Drinking green cups and gold at the great feast
Just for a small and forgotten time i have had from off my boy
The whitest