As the sky descends from the heavens,
relieving the earth of its parched skin
in soft kisses and gentle touches.
Let me lay under this cacophony of slow love.
As the woods of the night sigh,
let me bury my grief in the now passion soaked soil.
Lying on my back, listening to nature collide
drowning out my estranged sorrow
that leaves weeping from my tired heart.
And as the rain continues its leisurely onslaught on the panting earth,
coaxing heavy sighs from my lips in each turn of my gasp,
feel my spent body slip into a dreamless slumber...
YOU ARE READING
Mostly
PoetryA murmur of the land upon which the marching band stomped on in its haunting glory . stories buried for nights that go unnoticed. mostly unnoticed.
