Saturday, May 15, 2010

Watching the fire die

Let us die together,
you and I:
Let us sit
holding hands
or drinks
on the precipice of time
and watch in comfort
as the fire dies
over in the hills;
feel the cool evening
settle in our bones
as they grow more brittle,
slowly melting into dust
as the last light
flows out
like a slow tide.

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

I like how you've captured the setting sun in the glass.
Lovely words.