Post by AquarianM on Oct 17, 2012 0:59:53 GMT -5
Chasing The Sun...
It was a quiet evening tired and fading,
Twilight for leaves and coffee,
A place that tried for cheer but was lucky just to keep you alive,
Autumn was in full bloom and the darkness kept creeping,
Creeping, creeping, creeping,
The angle of every ray was tired and waning,
Chased out of the street by red dead leaves in the wind,
The rustling still echoes through me,
For I love Summer,
And she has put another year behind her,
I take another bite of something hot,
Proof I'm still alive,
And wonder how many seasons I own.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/17/2012
It was a quiet evening tired and fading,
Twilight for leaves and coffee,
A place that tried for cheer but was lucky just to keep you alive,
Autumn was in full bloom and the darkness kept creeping,
Creeping, creeping, creeping,
The angle of every ray was tired and waning,
Chased out of the street by red dead leaves in the wind,
The rustling still echoes through me,
For I love Summer,
And she has put another year behind her,
I take another bite of something hot,
Proof I'm still alive,
And wonder how many seasons I own.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/17/2012
