Sunday, April 28, 2013
Storm At Sunset (Blogophilia 10.)
Fuzzy memories of a beach at sunset.
Your silhouette against the storm, sunlight bursting
Through the top of the dark cloud
Fractals of scarlet and indigo
The call came as a mystery to me
So long apart and now so near
Glorious it is my wandering
Time has come
To reunite and renew
To finish old business
And begin some new
Come to me now
Let me be the sunlight at the top
While you rain down upon me.
While we wash ourselves away.