by Keith D Allison

In the touching of time
in the sunset
waiting on lured

no tears
no blood

Rocks red
reaching into the sky

the head is empty
the heart is dark

In this breath of autumn
the drums are counting
the Valley born
Sweet the lust



Posted on 09/03/2010
Copyright © 2023 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 09/03/10 at 08:55 PM

Most all. Excellent. Thanks.

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