Thursday, September 3, 2009

come back


You came home at dusk
smelling like vanilla beans
golden rock,
silver rock,
in the breast
of your worn in cloak
that one
with the dirty hem
where have you
fled too now
in the stars
old light?
take me
take me
where the wild berries grow
and where
the wind harmonizes
thier sweet songs
with the olive trees
that grow so
tall
and
loneley

2 comments:

Elise said...

Hello, you have the most fabulously wonderful site here and I had to leave this comment for you ! Your posts are beautifully written, creative and original too, and you have interesting pictures.

It's all perfect !

Thank you for sharing your site and best wishes.... 'Happy September'....

Bianca and Isabella said...

magical.