The Seaweed (1)
Sunsets; sky's colored; red, orange, and yellow
I walked by the frozen voices of the birds' songs
A lake accompanied my journey towards a "destination unknown"
The fish had to text their goodbyes, for darkness approached their royal stone
Signals were sent across the sky
To every passing by
Signals were lit by the red, orange, and yellow
Yet the beautiful and deep voices of the mellow...
were gone...
There were still lights in the sky
But, nature's habitants would no longer strive
It was a quarter to seven when...
The birds quickly flew to the tress' den
It was a quarter to seven when...
All nature's sounds came to an end...
It was so quite; a falling pen could have been heard
It was so quite; the lake's flow and company were no longer shared
It was so weird; I looked back to the lake to call it back, but...
A seaweed was thrown to me instead; a track?
I bent to pick it up when... clouds began to rush;
The sky became a black mush...
Quickly, I took the seaweed and ran to a tree's shadow
Hoping to hide from an unpleasant fellow...
Could it be a fellow? A phase of the evening's show?
Or a fiend; a foe?
Suddenly, I felt the seaweed quiver in my hands...
Slowly, I untied its wet strands...
A letter;
The sun has set....
Red, orange, and yellow are its pets
Darkness is what you shall see beyond
the delightful and pleasant painting's wand
Go forth, if you wish, but....but...BEWARE....
For darkness shall use its cards to scare
Those who dare to approach.....
its evil and disastrous coach..
Never let fear defeat you
Gather all your courage
and GO....
And so...
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2009
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