Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Towards the yellow sun

Her fingers dripping paint

She left a trailing rainbow

A shadow on the run

Chasing lonely nights

A poem on her lips

Through spangled city lights

A child with broken wings

Colors tangled in her hair

Stars upon her head

With dreams under cover

Like a memory that bled

From white ringlet clouds

Upon the azure sky

Running on to nowhere

Free of worldly care…

1 comment:

  1. I love the odd optimistic verse in the midst of melancholy ones!....plus, a sprightly rhythym! :)

    Jonas

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