Friday, June 27, 2008

5AM Poetry - can't promise it'll be good.

Blue smoke and silent winds.
Clouded sight and early morning.

Whomever believes We need eyes to see,
Never ceases To astonish me.

Fixed ranks and distinct rythms.
Shattered dreams and wasted mourning.

2 comments:

Eve Grey said...

Very nice.

neutron said...

Really? Cool, thanks Eve!