Of a lonely cathedral,
Fading away
In the mists of the rainy
Wildflower days
Of a faraway mountain town
In the Rockies...
I hear the wind passing by,
Distant,
With colorless eyes,
Heavy with clouds,
Soaring the open skies,
Like a king
Without a castle,
Like a night
Without stars...
They walked arm in arm by the Art Museum today, just the usual route. Laughing under their bright yellow umbrella. "Look! A few new paintings", she said and smiled...
As the rain kept pouring down,
Twisting and tapping,
Turning back time.
Copyright © 2012 Cristina Miller
