Treasure Island

Autumn Winds

(July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Sunset


The light house shines as a beacon
To the travelers at sea
Staring up at our dismembered constellations
Where there's a shadow
There is always light
Standing at the oceans edge
The tide takes the worries with it
I can hear them dancing in the rain
Thundering in the clouds
Cries and screams are drowned
Carried away with a seizing wing
Delicate butterflies float along the sunset
As the sky turns from blue to pink
A picture painted by a delicate hand
And ever so slowly
The sun falls
Leaving a silver moon in its wake

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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  • Ramesh Rai (9/9/2013 9:30:00 AM)

    beaitiful imagery thought like the imagination of a poet who has sketched the blue sky on the green earth (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (8/19/2013 7:54:00 PM)

    beautiful poem with good imagery. as the sky turns from blue to pink a picture painted by a delicate hand and ever so slowly the sun falls leaving a silver moon in its wake (Report) Reply

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