rumors slip through the cracks
of the morning while
night extends its shadows
and an orange moon
sits on the horizon
teasing the moon;
rumors slip through the cracks
of the night while
mornings issue warnings
that fall into shallow graves
created by the noon sun;
toyed with and toying with
are rules of life
and it cycles,
leaving no stone unturned
and no answered questions
as the cycles of existence
exceed those of death
and the sun lays face down
at the end of a long day.
9Sept17
No comments:
Post a Comment