Monday, July 8, 2013


Someday will come

like the mists that shroud the mountains in the orange glow of  a winters night

and water off dripping gutters, into overfull puddles

broken emblems of the cracked cement


the mists of time will hang gently

like a shroud

in the orange glow

of gentle light

and your thoughts will be dropped

broken emblems

in empty pools.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you're not grounded in real-life-
    Wonderful to read, the shackles don't bind your soul-
    tho imprisonment is so hard to bear.

    I hopped from Ajey's comments. Love your mountain pics! I look forward to your continueing inspirations here-