Current mood:	Sexy
Current music:	Cryptorchild - Marilyn Manson

Lighter Fare
To follow that rather angry post I have a poem I wrote at work while I was waiting for people to come into the shop. I rather like it, although it could use some work maybe. Let me know.

The Obelisk

Over golden waves I drift,
Sun reflecting off the waves,
Refracting,
Into prismatic colors,
That carry me,
Gently,
To golden sand hills,
And dense golden forests,
Swaying,
around an obelisk.
It stands before me,
Vain,
A reddened majestic tower,
Against a pure white sky.
Gingerly,
I lay my hand on its side,
And run around the base,
Searching,
For the spot that will eject its secret.
As I become more flustered I move faster,
Faster,
Begging for the secret within.
It becomes warm beneath my hand,
Hot,
And begins to tremble.
I feel it shudder,
Pulse,
And its secret appears plain,
White clouds in a white sky that rain,
Thickly,
Into my body, filling my wish.
The obelisk crumbles and I walk away,
Sadly,
Leaving for my home land,
Of the red hills where I share the secret,
Truth,
With those who were not able to make the journey.