September 2011
1 post
Beyond a hard earned cease
that calls to me,
caught in Season’s wondering winds
drifting off to sea.
Left to dream of dreams
whispered among pillows & pumpkins
can make a heart furiously beat.
After a wish’s second moment to be,
while slivers of yellow start to speak
under the rayless sky’s spread wings,
locked in a fragrance’s seize.
At last, the wills of...