Autumn Rose
A dying rose whose last wish was to dance in the Indian summer sky
She got up and did the boogie
The weeds looked on in sheer amazement
Cool air, a crisp calm, and the cat cries for freedom
Receding to a gentle slumber on a soft cushion of warmth
We generate the heat in our love, funeral pyres high
Birds flock to solace in the setting sun, some on a migratory stretch
The season's glory, a triumphant blaze
Cycles spinning, marking our existence
We climb and climb to reach base camp
Standing at the gates, waiting for a message to scream aloud
On a few tracks, at least two
Presence and thickness is to be heard
All those words that we can't say, feelings we can't articulate
All of these thoughts make us as primordial as the next organism
©2004 Sean Muzzy
She got up and did the boogie
The weeds looked on in sheer amazement
Cool air, a crisp calm, and the cat cries for freedom
Receding to a gentle slumber on a soft cushion of warmth
We generate the heat in our love, funeral pyres high
Birds flock to solace in the setting sun, some on a migratory stretch
The season's glory, a triumphant blaze
Cycles spinning, marking our existence
We climb and climb to reach base camp
Standing at the gates, waiting for a message to scream aloud
On a few tracks, at least two
Presence and thickness is to be heard
All those words that we can't say, feelings we can't articulate
All of these thoughts make us as primordial as the next organism
©2004 Sean Muzzy
Comments
I thought I had good eyes, your vision is special.
Pete