untitled - published 2005

Posted by Lacey on March 15, 2009 - 20:48
from the ABC set Poetry

The soft voice of the wind,
Talks gently to the violent sea,
The leaves are dancing on the breeze,
The heavens open up and weep.
I walk along the lonely street,
Flowers bow their heads in sorrow,
The moon an everlastingly eye,
Thinks silently, I'll see him tomorrow.