WOULD I HAD LIVED
IN THE FORTRESSES OF OLD

Your breath will feed me,
Your tears will hide me,
Your blood will convey me,
Your hunger will express me.

You will write a single word
In the pages of your life
And describe for the rest of time
The shadows in my eyes.

You will open a single egg
That contains the single key
That will open the single door
Through which no one else has walked.

Your arms will read the wind,
Your back will wash the light,
Your legs will pledge your soul,
Your hands will know your truth.

   - St. Clair Carr

Would I Had Lived in the Fortresses of Old © Coolth, 2003

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