.
*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
✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
.
*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
✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩
