Trystan
06-29-2008, 11:15 PM
This I wrote a few hours ago:
A glass of wine twines in the light
Cigarette smoke dances upward from
Your hand past your reddening cheeks which
Shine like a stream in the evening tonight
The day we shared is dying defiantly
Rays of orange bursting through the open
Window; making a last stand against
The oncoming darkness of deepest night
Almost but not quite blinding us as we
Can see the river below, it looks
Like a church window in the orange
Glow: its saints are old fishermen, fish,
Shrubbery and overhanging trees that
Line the river asymmetrically.
I look over it, all of it – the
Fields, the river, the orange sky, my
Hand blocking the glow where it is most
Strong. The awesome scene I leave when I
Turn to catch your eyes; but disappearance
Is your game. I drink the last of your wine.
A glass of wine twines in the light
Cigarette smoke dances upward from
Your hand past your reddening cheeks which
Shine like a stream in the evening tonight
The day we shared is dying defiantly
Rays of orange bursting through the open
Window; making a last stand against
The oncoming darkness of deepest night
Almost but not quite blinding us as we
Can see the river below, it looks
Like a church window in the orange
Glow: its saints are old fishermen, fish,
Shrubbery and overhanging trees that
Line the river asymmetrically.
I look over it, all of it – the
Fields, the river, the orange sky, my
Hand blocking the glow where it is most
Strong. The awesome scene I leave when I
Turn to catch your eyes; but disappearance
Is your game. I drink the last of your wine.