Theme: Farewell

Blue Lines

Dusk writes an appalachian epitaph.
A gray bird like a poet sings the rain.
Sky tears are captured in the window glass.
Small glitters paint sadness in miniature.

The light of our landscape is flickering.
One breath, I think, will blow it all away.
But just before the panes become opaque,
You give me good-bye for a keepsake, Friend.

Within the magic of blue margin lines,
The human need for peace is satisfied.
Your last words are the words I hold most dear.
Dusk is no more immortal than ourselves.

05-Jul-2010

More By  :  Sandra Fowler

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