By it dosent matter
Date: 22 September 2000
the drinker of days ........a poor bump to B.K.
ÊÊÊÊÊÊ drinker of days
a gift of sun,
lights his morn
as he swims out
of the depths of sleep
to soak up as much as he can
before night awakens his love
out to run the fields
to race the deer
to drink the day
always in the light
shunning the shade
skin so bronzedÊÊ
by imbibing this light
for he lives the day for two
him and his love
she of the garden
she of the soft night
it is the gift he brings for her
the day in cased in him
to brighten their nights together
to warm them in their bed
for as she is his moonlit night
he only wishes to be
the sun of her day
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