Moonlight in the gloomy night of life.
I can soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Life would be an error without me.
And I separate the generations.

I express the inexpressible.
The art most nigh to tears and memory.
On which silence is impossible.
I am the shorthand of emotion.

I should strike fire from the heart of man
and a woman I should bring to tears.
Only I can name the unnameable and communicate the unknowable.
The speech of angels.

Mmmm - I am thinking the letter F

Life - f = lie (error?)

Rocks + f = frocks (softer than rocks)

knotted oak (old) + f = fold (bend)

Not sure but it might be F

Posted by cyclothymic on 2007-03-05 09:09:34