Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Against the sand and wind they strode
In pitch blackness the lovers as runaways
Like smoke rising in the night
Together and alone with ghostly heels
The spoken words held tight like clasping hands,
Desperate against the climbing sand, the fallen young
The final rising comes, Godly it was believed
At the home of blackness they sealed forever dreams


Old Ollie said...

Welcome back - missed your words S.C.

Fisheye Lens said...

How did you get lost in a Square Corner?

Welcome back to your Corona years.

Human Paradox said...

Hitting us with a zinger SC. Great descriptions here. A romance lost in contingency. Hey, what's Tortelli and the boys been up to?