23 August 2012
When will the moon cry And when will the oceans dry? Shall we ever be happy again Or are all promises insane?
A feverish cloud I always hide Will I ever be a bride? The mermaid will sing and smile Yet I will fantasise a while
Remember the grasp of pain A distorted thought is not the same Mysterious is the web of deceit But oh how orgasmic is defeat?
The crows swoop down descending slow Thy own torture the wind hath blown The swell of seas shall never rise For it is a well of tears in disguise
©Kim Brown 23rd August 2012 First written May 1992
The Swell Of Seas • Opuss № I