IV The Drifting of the Thing
by The Walrus
Posted: Thursday, August 21, 2003 Word Count: 105 |
The smooth brown-skinned man
And the brown-haired girl
Retreated reluctantly to their havens
Seeking hidden sanctuary
The unchartered waters
Rippled over them
Both with swells of sadness
And alluring scents of adventure
The brown-skinned man
Unstretched his broad wings
And beat a bold path
To foreign encouraging nests
In which he found
Soothing solace
The brown-haired girl
Felt the sweeping wave
Of the unyielding current
But as she emerged drenched
From the sudden surge
Her equilibrium restored
In relieved remembrance
That upon the ocean of chance
The thing still shone
Its magnificence
And so it drifted
Bobbing randomly
Towards the bounty
Of the untouchable horizon
And the brown-haired girl
Retreated reluctantly to their havens
Seeking hidden sanctuary
The unchartered waters
Rippled over them
Both with swells of sadness
And alluring scents of adventure
The brown-skinned man
Unstretched his broad wings
And beat a bold path
To foreign encouraging nests
In which he found
Soothing solace
The brown-haired girl
Felt the sweeping wave
Of the unyielding current
But as she emerged drenched
From the sudden surge
Her equilibrium restored
In relieved remembrance
That upon the ocean of chance
The thing still shone
Its magnificence
And so it drifted
Bobbing randomly
Towards the bounty
Of the untouchable horizon