The western skies are working
On a strong storm this night, clouds purple,
Winds pick up.
And, I raise a glass to you, my Dear, on
This evening, knowing the day is soon
I'll be older
Than ever you were. But not now. Now,
Geese above, dogs underfoot, and dusk colors the
Soul slightly melancholy.
And another writer's words linger: just
Come back, you've been gone long enough,
Just come back.
And another voice sings of the speed
Of the sound of loneliness and always, ever,
I miss you.
Epstein's Zoological Exposition
3 years ago