Dreaming Red

January 19, 2007

Blood on theses blossoms

Fair crimson washing

Pain and death away

No thing save the blood

And this that the glory cannot die

In these fields

What was mortal, that will fade

And this flow of red has stopped the law

of time

of death

And written this law

of life

Let the thought bring tears

of joy

For this is not

Pale frost, here for a moment

But a great cloak of white

As a blizzard

And nothing

No Thing

Can be seen but the blood

And That

Is beautiful