Autumn skies and fireflies.
Cold bronze and silken ties.
Golden hair and feelings rare.
Alone again, till the bend.
Slow streaming, Calming, Stealing.
Resting places not for the dealing.
Firefly, my own design.
My own mind, my own spirit.
Seeing you was not going to break it.
Speaking, seeing, hearing, lying.
Yours golden ties break easily compared to mine.
On The Harbor I wait and see.
On The Harbor I see only me.
On The harbor streams have mixed.
Clear, red, and The Harbors own.
I am alone, just my Firefly and me.
Beware-Mutated_Zombies · Sun Feb 03, 2008 @ 05:31pm · 0 Comments |