Saturday, October 27, 2012

Edge and the Middle

Violet skies
Moonlit lies
Shadow forecast
On romance.

Dusking Winter walks
Slowed them down
To talk
Ever hurting, says not worth it.

Truant cloud a bellows
For sun without the rise
For ocean incomplete with wave.

Sifted echoes
Tempered, sallow
Forge a light
For paths
I follow.

Heavens are waiting
Sky and plain crest to meet
This occasion, forever.