Saturday, April 13, 2013

Volcanic eruptions of colour blue
Memories of red, once upon a time
Under grey skies we touch, limp

Green fantasies of white meadows
The existence playing with daisies
Being innocent as nobody believes

Black is the colour of presence
Dull, crisp, absolute, all-encompassing
Engulfs what you portray, nonchalant

How upon the sunny pines
Upon the sunny sunset
You would come onto me
And sing with grace and desire


Hfaistiwnas said...

Πολύ καλό!

Covenant said...