Bent Words

Bent Words

April 07, 2005

trees dipped in purple
skies melted red
one island gold majesty
half hidden by sun
upon this sweeping spread

massed against scenery
winged wonders take flight
stars trickle forward
brows that hang down
the moon draped in white

sink into the ground
moistened with snow
shout sheets above wind
and laugh heartily for
one heart set aglow

miles to be turned
waves to be tossed
forgetting the distance
of memories fading
and promises lost

forever remain hidden
upon this plead I call
for all of the beauty
lies out there for me
to sustain one last fall

Written at 5:13 p.m.