Saturday, 15 October 2011

Sitting at the top of a hill...

I watch the sun lean in to kiss lady land,
He reaches down with shiny fingers
His gentle touch caressing her hair -
the lusciously groomed grasses and trees

The heavens blush with warm pinks and golds
Setting the atmosphere for an intimate dance
Celestial bodies spinning with unrivaled grace
Their love passionately burning in the sky

And after the breathtaking ballet,
He sinks into her ever so slowly
And I know it's time to go
When the dark navy clouds pull the shades

No comments:

Post a Comment