A coarse voice reaches over the hilltops
speaking clear passion to the fading daylight,
but this is the sunset that's never spoken-
showing little of what it knows.
With this heartbreak, the sunset disappears,
willing nothing to give but to cold meadows.
Alone the coarse voice speaks sadness
of why we damage ourselves for fleeting warmth.
© 2009
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
A coarse voice reaches over the hilltops
speaking clear passion to the fading daylight,
but this is the sunset that's never spoken-
showing little of what it knows.
With this heartbreak, the sunset disappears,
willing nothing to give but to cold meadows.
Alone the coarse voice speaks sadness
of why we damage ourselves for fleeting warmth.
© 2009
