Monday, January 23, 2017

Drunk on Sunsets




Drunk on Sunsets


To return to what we were as children
we must grow inside
as light filtered through sorrow.
Devour the rivers that whiten the memory.
Listen to the cries of flowering trees.
Fly kites with colored arms at the seashore
then sit and watch the afternoon sun
as it sets in our pockets.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Blog Archive

Followers