The clouds had made
a crimson crown
Above the mountains high.
The stormy sun was going down
In a stormy sky
Why did you let your storm so
rest on me,
And hold your breath between?
Blue storms peering towards me
A gaze held and so long seen
In all the ages this can never be
As if it had not been
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC