Sunday, March 29, 2009

How Fresh The New Sky

Under the red orange sky
the place I call home
in the house of the sun.

Here I still dream of you
silken skin
the bluest of eyes.

How my mind
spins and swirls
picturing those memories.

Your voice still echoes
sweet the sound
of angel's wing.

Each time
the red orange sky returns
I hold you in my arms, my mind.

2 comments:

G. Coppard said...

Sad and sweet. Hit me hard because I have not seen my love for six days. Well done.

Zenstone said...

Thank you..Hope you are reunited soon =)