Grass on my skin,
wind racing on,
gliding over some far away pond.
Stars above,
cooing doves.
Leaves rustle
as branches sway.
Midnight hovers near.
The clouds clear.
The moon shines bright,
enlightening the night.
A white rose nods its head,
as does the red.
Ivy twines over a stone wall,
covering all.
The air is scented in natural perfume,
the shadows loom.
In the darkest hills,
a coyote wails its mournful tune,
setting souls free,
like you and me. |
