Her skies have ranged through gold in lavender broken hues
As queen moon smiles, cold and distant
Silhouetted tresses marching in… an army rising as stars in the horizon
Bustling crowds long gone
–A hush overcomes, filling each crevice of earth
Left in our corners
–Washing fingers into the deep, darkening sky
A silent plea to Orion on the clouds…
To come pass us by.
In a Brian Patten mood. The man knows how to assemble and disassemble his words. Above, an ode to silence and a welcome break from recent posts. Always teetering between poetry and prose, as a poet-friend once labelled me. I’m still trying to find a niche.
2 thoughts on “Time.”
wow! … 🙂 hi ms.pat …jeremy here.. from your animation class… 🙂
Hi Jeremy, how are you? Thanks for dropping by. 🙂