Later To Be Late Again
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
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2010
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