25.8.10

backward and forward, always the same

splashing patterns of rain
kissing the earth
covering my steps
underneath the weeping trees

silver clouds
echoing thunder

forgetting the sun
i drift away
leaving myself alone

yesterdays of warmth
memories of his


2 comments:

Jessi Jo said...

That was really pretty Chris.

Alyssa said...

Pretty...yes. Evocative.
Actually...Sargasso Sea by Suzanne Ciani is perfect for the type of mood this pulls for me.