Sunday, August 3, 2008

Of the night.

Of colder air
and sparkling dust
in a streetlight cone
sharply alone
against the lonely
tired street
bereft of hurrying
daytime feet.

Darkness now; the sun is
a fading memory, a kiss
from a childhood lover, gone
where all memories belong..


I love the night. :-)


Mudra said...

You wrote this? It's very good.

indiegurl said...

@indiegurl: aww, thank you :-)

Mudra said...

@indiegurl? Really?

indiegurl said...

@mudra: i am an idiot. :-)