Sandstorm

Peace descends with the setting sun
Traveling faster as darkness comes
Traveling light and tricking time
Now yet, she takes the bard’s sturdy advice
While being my ethic and avarice
She trips away with a bright sparkled eye
And it’s only this heart that makes its stay
Between its unsatisfactory, anyway, beats
Gazing, soft focused, self conscious, atrocious
At bruised, self centred and dusty feet
But she says it’s alright
Says it again
Kisses me goodnight
And then?

September 2008 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on April 5, 2009.