Howl

Nothing to do with Ginsberg's poem, rather about "Howl's Moving Castle" and the strange dream I had last week. It probably won't make any sense if you haven't seen the film.

You spread your wings over me,
a starless, feathery midnight,
and for a little while you’re mine.
I always belong to you.
Is that your voice in my ear
or your wings
rustling like wind tossed leaves?
All day I’ve waited for this,
for you to flutter to rest beside me
and tell me what I want to hear.
Go ahead and eat my heart--
it only hurts me.
You who swallowed a falling star
know what it is to be heartless,
but you’re the kindest heartless man I know.
“Sleep,” you whisper, “I’ll return.”
With your lips so close to my ear
I can feel the heat of your breath.
But you never touch me.
You beat your great wings against the night
and I watch you become one with the darkness
 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I haven't seen the film but I enjoyed the piece... very seductively dark... to me it speaks of embracing your wilder side.