From: Charon@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject:  sanctity
Date: Tue Apr 12 15:27:18 1994
When the houses creak,
    and the windows turn, 
the clouds run dark,
    and the shadows burn.

While on yonder moon,
    the hearts will yearn..
 
The stars shine bright,
      on reflecting lake,
as the sun creeps up,
      on the river's wake.

As the birds sing free,
  the dawn does break.

The wolves of morn,
        lick their lips on her thigh,
and the bats watch intently,
        as her body floats by..

So naked and free..
  The trees start to cry..

-Charon-