Sunday, March 7, 2010

Poet Schleiffarth

The Giants Lair

The ever-looming presence of a giant

Looking down from above

I feel the penetrating gaze

The view I only dream of


As I approach the mysterious wonder

Something blocks my view

The fortress is hidden deep within

Anxiety was due


The castle walls are steep and green

Rising to the clouds

Rivers flow from the heights

The pristine source it shrouds


Ascending slowly in the mist

I was almost there

The sun broke through, the view was true

In the giants lair

2 comments:

  1. mr. schleiffarth - this was awesome, and I would like to add parenthetically that I love you. I mean that. hearing you last night was the best thing that ever happened to me. you are... mmmmm. I love you.

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  2. Better than any Dawson's Creek episode. Keep it going.

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