Mar 2016
.
It was the arc
of the rainbow
strewn above
thunder showered
dawn;
sun rays
bending
into another
resurrection
freshening hope
..., or
is it only
flecks
of colored light
curving
in an arch
your supple
vestige
rising to the sighs
of passionate touch ?
..., perhaps just
leftover stardust, * * *
spilled from *
someone else’s *
impassioned twilight ... *
becoming *
nothing more
than a hollow
waning memory,
a yearning ache,
fading
like a sunrise
daydream’s
afterglow
wild is the wind © 2015
✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩
It was the arc
of the rainbow
strewn above
thunder showered
dawn;
sun rays
bending
into another
resurrection
freshening hope
..., or
is it only
flecks
of colored light
curving
in an arch
your supple
vestige
rising to the sighs
of passionate touch ?
..., perhaps just
leftover stardust, * * *
spilled from *
someone else’s *
impassioned twilight ... *
becoming *
nothing more
than a hollow
waning memory,
a yearning ache,
fading
like a sunrise
daydream’s
afterglow
wild is the wind © 2015
✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩
while looking out across
the empty silk sheets of dawn,
where you once lay..,
a rainbow filled the sky
the colour & shape,
the memory of moonlight upon
your body's sway....
the empty silk sheets of dawn,
where you once lay..,
a rainbow filled the sky
the colour & shape,
the memory of moonlight upon
your body's sway....
