Monday, March 02, 2009

Faraway

Weeping upon the waveless lake
My sun, I miss your restive calm
That weaves unease, solace and decline
Your other side is so weak and sublime

Slithering in my darkest hour
My moon, I feel your poetic pale
Yearning to appease a rose awake
Following every step you take

And in between layeth the blue
Beneath an endless black and white
My umbra and scarlet move astray
Your yellow plagues me faraway

1 comment:

Nidia said...

Very nice poem, it made me wanna be somewhere very far away from the city, on a sunny beach.. :)