blue blue sky
falling
swallowed too soon by twilight
tender breath upon the cheek
a sillhouette up in the trees
to the discerning ear
the sound of furious wind
restlessly scrawling letters
likely to God
in a far off language that only they can understand
sitting here with you now
I hear their tone
and frankly that conversation is more beautiful
than rainbows at dawn...........
(written Dec 26,2004 6am)