later to be late again

Written by: Donald Meikle

let these words to read roll on as ramble reflections of another setting son
Shadow painted pictures in leaves of fickle breeze
Under changing skies of purple red and cloudy pink unease
As scattered words of other time stir rested memories
Close tired eyes with held back sighs
To whisper sweet goodbyes
still holding on to canvasses of simply painted words
And laughing at the devil moon who caused this all to be
with her tidal fluctuations  of  stormy cosmic mirth
She played and meddled in the  constant gravity of Earth