Morningsnow
Verfasst: Di 10 Nov, 2009 13:05
The sounds of dawn keep crashing
in endless frames of life.
Where night had swallowed day
the morning came unfinished,
but with him he glimpsed
a slight change in color.
Awakening red light
turned into puzzles of snow
moving, falling, in tiny bits
got tangled in our hair,
but not taking steps
for all we could do is stare.
in endless frames of life.
Where night had swallowed day
the morning came unfinished,
but with him he glimpsed
a slight change in color.
Awakening red light
turned into puzzles of snow
moving, falling, in tiny bits
got tangled in our hair,
but not taking steps
for all we could do is stare.