The Fine Line
Someone wrote a song
For Vincent
Mixing a palette of sadness
Stirred and swirled
Blues and grays
A submerged moon
Drowning
In a waning star field
Someone scribed an epitaph
For Sylvia
Emblazoned and bereaved
Golden lotus
Planted in fierce flames
And now I am here
Years later
Worlds apart
Dark and lonely
Questioning creativity
And treading a fine line
© Expressions by Christine 6/29/11
No comments:
Post a Comment