Sunset and sorrow

[sylvanlightning]

Fragile robin-egg blue sky
lies striped between,
banks of pinkish-gold.

These layered feathers,
wisp fallen from a fast moving front,
burn in evaporation to a fading mute.

Then the night creeps in,
on soft winds.

Waiting for the power to return...

Communications abruptly disabled
by random imperfections.

Caught, once again,
in the web of assumptions.

Feeling that I would quickly
embrace your presence,
after a hard days work.

A song arises;
a dusky murmur of frogs, crickets,
birds and wind stirred leaves.

I will wait here.

A quick glance, but it is not you.
Why would I have thought,
you would find me regardless?

[KittenX]

Communications abruptly disabled
by random imperfections.

I will wait here.

A quick glance, but it is not you.
Why would I have thought,
you would find me regardless?
Well I can certainly relate that to my own life and my situations! A passionate, wistfull piece with lurvely nature reference as possible personal metaphors?

[sylvanlightning]

When I got home tonight the power was off. I wanted to be here....
to read the new gifts. I wrote this while outside, thinking of logging on.
Hope this insight doesn't take away from what you find when reading it.

[gdhmomchild]

ahhh...assumptions....
liked the way you set the whole mood.
actually hit a nerve that is rather exposed at the moment. *sigh* ah, well...I enjoyed and thanks so much