Monday, 19 September 2011

tender are the hearts

the sun leaves it's signature across the hills
in the movement of the shadow clouds.
the loch shimmers like a van gogh.

tender are the hearts
that tremble in the light.

rain stain heart flame.
reminiscent of something
not unlike the ritual of the bonfire.

*

today. a cool, apricot skied morning.
one of last breaths.
yet the mask hides not her eyes of glass.
that see what, now?

4 comments:

regina said...

this makes me feel very cozy.
:)
x

Anonymous said...

Welcome back.
I've missed you.

Timo said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Anonymous said...

"rain stain heart flame" magic words!

much admiration,

Shad