My ramblings....

Ventana

Could this be sunburnt day
Still aching from the heat of earlier
No longer aglow but dark and deep
Run your smooth hands across this face
Uncomfortably fevered, all pent up in the body
The clouds have run and folded overhead
It seems even the ground is unsettled
Suffering from discontent
Still trying to see the depth
Between the yellow bird and the white fence
Blow and blow and blow green trees
Stand and stand and hold brown trunks
Do they only feel indifference anyways
That is a fools revelation
This is an alive day
They all feel the sadness with me

posted by Unknown @ 11:56 AM