by novium on Thu Mar 24, 2005 5:24 pm
sun drenched ancient city
crouching near the wine dark seas
tomorrow awaits
caressing warm breeze
Sun swirling through the trees
golden dust drifting
[hr]I'll read to you here, save your eyes
you'll need them, your boat is at sea;
your anchor is up, you've been swept away & the greatest of teachers won't hesitate to leave you there, by yourself, chained to fate
Neither the storms of crisis, nor the breezes of ambition could ever divert him, either by hope or by fear, from the course that he had chosen