Muse
Sunday, May 6th, 2007He makes me think of pavements
bathed in the sunlight
still damp from the drizzle
of a typical summer dawn.
And he makes me think of drowsy December
nights when cool wind kisses skin,
and moonlight lies unnoticed
in a canvas of season colored lights.
And he makes me think of oceans
sheltered under blue skies
oblivious to the smell of salt
floating in the air.
And sometimes when the southern wind blows a sad gray note,
he makes me think of forest paths
gently curved, leading
to a lonely little clearing,
where solitude is tattooed
on the leaves of every tree.
-Just some ramblings i came up with about someone I know…don’t ask who. I’ll never tell :p
