Saturday, August 29, 2015

Negotiation Stance

An amber evening, autumn-crisp,
Has faded like a will-o'-the-wisp,
Yet still enough remains to fortify.


So why not bring the heart rate up
And bike above the valley's cup,
Where asters catch the colours of the sky?


If I could beam like a mellow vagrant,
Some woman walking, forest-fragrant,
Might smile at our facade as I pass by.


If we can climb through one more day,
The dark shall take your thoughts away,
And then I could start over, you and I.


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