Echoes of misfits
draped in everlasting dreams
resonate through
a tunnel of hope
connected.
Echoes of misfits
draped in everlasting dreams
resonate through
a tunnel of hope
connected.
The tradition was age old…
The sun kissed the earth and the sky
with a tint of gold
and we smiled
to see it unfold,
happy.
As the clouds drew in
you waited with the evergreens
for rain to pour
from September skies…
and caress your soul.
Lost
in the pastures of yesterday
you found your voice
echoing
against the mountains
ringing clear
in the cold air
you found
your way back
to your heart.
Half of our hearts splattered in the sky
while the other half stood still
mesmerized
in the evening light
fallen between you and I
as the colours touched our eyes
we dipped our minds in golden serenity.