Tanichca
Sparkle Magnet
Ok looking through my notebooks, found these:
1: Adventure In A Spice Cabinet
Open up the old wood door
And smell delicious melody
Of spices, extracts, pastes and teas
blended in a symphony
of smells from round the world collected
of India curry and Chinese tea
and over all the softest hint
of vanilla, cumin, salt, and mint
of coffee, fresh-ground, black, and stiff
as i step in and take a sniff
of sweetest spice and bitter blooms
the sweet fragrance fills the room
its like traveling round the world
and yet-
I never leave the cabinet
2: Mountains:
Like paper cutouts gainst the sky
mountains standing, proud and tall.
There theyve stood in silent slumber
through countless seasons rise and fall.
there to look upon a world,
changed and changing, born, reborn.
The mountains watch over mortal failings
never moving, never torn.
No emotions, no thoughts, no feelings,
sunsets colors fade to black.
And still the mountains solemn stance
looking forward, neer tuning back.
What future darkness, coming on
what terrors will their cold eyes see?
a thousand years will come and
and still theyll stand in majesty.
Last colors fade, last dash of light-
and then silent mountains
fade into night.
1: Adventure In A Spice Cabinet
Open up the old wood door
And smell delicious melody
Of spices, extracts, pastes and teas
blended in a symphony
of smells from round the world collected
of India curry and Chinese tea
and over all the softest hint
of vanilla, cumin, salt, and mint
of coffee, fresh-ground, black, and stiff
as i step in and take a sniff
of sweetest spice and bitter blooms
the sweet fragrance fills the room
its like traveling round the world
and yet-
I never leave the cabinet
2: Mountains:
Like paper cutouts gainst the sky
mountains standing, proud and tall.
There theyve stood in silent slumber
through countless seasons rise and fall.
there to look upon a world,
changed and changing, born, reborn.
The mountains watch over mortal failings
never moving, never torn.
No emotions, no thoughts, no feelings,
sunsets colors fade to black.
And still the mountains solemn stance
looking forward, neer tuning back.
What future darkness, coming on
what terrors will their cold eyes see?
a thousand years will come and
and still theyll stand in majesty.
Last colors fade, last dash of light-
and then silent mountains
fade into night.
