by J. Melbourne
A poem describing elements of nature
|Crimson bleeds into a golden stream
That stretches across the sky.
As the sun descends,
I trace the shadows sketched around the moon.
How it lingers like a lost soul,
Who knows no place but the night.
A slippery vagrant,
Finding nothing but a dark trail
A wavering pool between light and darkness,
Obscures my reflection in cruel delight
I watch it rise through lonesome trees,
As it climbs above the horizon
The breath of the breeze
Washes over the cerulean ocean,
Its tender waves, freely kissing
Slivers of the sun