In the sunlight by Richard Trotter Now I can hear the dawn and feel my ashes warmed grey and dusty thoughts fading, a breath of fear and potential prisms spin and yearn asunder. The dawm makes me golden when i whisper in the water and name the brightest spheres, flattered by wasp wings so elegant and free. Here on the edge, sapphire and stone cities, are caressed by blinking heat Unclear, but I know theres progress as the ruined temple crumbles. 10/26/2006 Posted on 10/26/2006 Copyright © 2024 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)