in death it had a certain beauty
that almost matched it's life
silhouette upon a moon light canvas
varicose veins across the sky
it's gnarled and craggy fingers
forking tributaries to the night
clawing, reaching, fighting
for width, for space, for height
spreading, searching, writhing
in a twisted wave goodbye
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
in death it had a certain beauty
that almost matched it's life
silhouette upon a moon light canvas
varicose veins across the sky
it's gnarled and craggy fingers
forking tributaries to the night
clawing, reaching, fighting
for width, for space, for height
spreading, searching, writhing
in a twisted wave goodbye