Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Birds Command the Dawn

In the full light
of a summer’s day
is where I never go.
I miss that way

the summer glow,
what the still winds say,
what the mighty sun demands.

And, as the birds believe
they command the dawn,
I tend to my deception
that what I miss is no way there.

1 comment:

Personal Dale said...

Me like, pretty complex. Had to read several times to understand