Tuesday, September 30, 2008

55 on a passing fantasy

She was a sunset

Eyes so blue
blue
blue

Hair the red
of fusion
hovering right at the edge
of the sky

Her moods
the whole span
from light to dark
with no shade
or color
missed
between

She was a sunset

and now
night
has
come --

but 

will it be abyssal
or
restfully
star-strewn?

55
(assuming the hyphenated compound counts as one word)

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