Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A Future Memory

Inside a dusky twilight
Dug into/between fraying mountain silhouette
Resting on a faded grey sky
Soon a new night will fall down around you
Wrapped in the heavy scent of wetted pine, you lay
the ground holding your head calm,
fulled up with uncertainty,
your eyes blink heavy.
"It has gone" she whispers,
It has gone, you know.