04-27-2021, 09:23 AM
Saying goodbye to sunlight
The daylight slips like an otter
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whispered incantations
only the dawn will hear.
The daylight slips like an otter
into the stream behind tired eyes,
its dusty pink embers quench
the ruddy cheeks of falling clouds.
lush lips search out the sweet
damp grass of nightfall
and calls out the ground
that fears the flaming torch.
The darkening scent of silhouetted trees
rest their leaves as all creatures
breathe the shallow breaths of sleep
and whispered incantations
only the dawn will hear.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out