10-22-2014, 01:56 PM
Every step's a pitter-patter,
merging with the crickets chatter.
Water sighs its murmured hymn,
surrounding stones always give in.
I trek above the vales high
and smile at an orange sky,
where afterglow has left its mark;
it pleads the world to stray from dark.
And this is when I make my stop,
to watch night eat the afterglow;
the singing from the crickets stops,
as night engulfs her victim, slow.
*/ thinking about changing the word "surrounding" in the last line of the first stanza to "eroding" if image comes across nebulous. /*
merging with the crickets chatter.
Water sighs its murmured hymn,
surrounding stones always give in.
I trek above the vales high
and smile at an orange sky,
where afterglow has left its mark;
it pleads the world to stray from dark.
And this is when I make my stop,
to watch night eat the afterglow;
the singing from the crickets stops,
as night engulfs her victim, slow.
*/ thinking about changing the word "surrounding" in the last line of the first stanza to "eroding" if image comes across nebulous. /*
"A man with true morals behaves the same, whether starving or sated."
--Anonymous
--Anonymous