Lykren
06-06-2013, 06:54 PM
Her simple energy
communicates itself
across the unhappy land,
through the dire mists
and to the shore.
Cold rhythms pound
the sand there, as if
it were a day for coldness,
and birds huddle close.
Imagination's sea holds the light
like a pearl, as I lift one
and hold it up to the sun.
The gift glitters. I might
wash the space, I know -
but today ought to grace
the evening with colors and colors
of the fields and fields
we shared.
communicates itself
across the unhappy land,
through the dire mists
and to the shore.
Cold rhythms pound
the sand there, as if
it were a day for coldness,
and birds huddle close.
Imagination's sea holds the light
like a pearl, as I lift one
and hold it up to the sun.
The gift glitters. I might
wash the space, I know -
but today ought to grace
the evening with colors and colors
of the fields and fields
we shared.