Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Soft, hearkening footsteps tread between wall and sea
Or run carefree down hills that lead us away to dreams
I have yet to see the dawn in winter rising so elegantly
As today, when the birds bid me to prosper into warmth
Yet forgoing its sweetness I crash headlong into despair
For the world now takes me away and you are not there

© Edetric Vistal