one; a rosen summer evening

I figured I'd go ahead and start the posting with one of my favorite works. Generally different from my usual tone, but something I feel really came from the heart.


Alas, the crimson –
waves
of the evening sun
wa – sh;

they create bars –
streams
of light to fall and
(cascade)
across my face;

soft breathing; whispers
flow
slowly – leisurely – and in pink
(caress)
the soft edges
and hard corners

of a looking glass that
churns
whirls
turns
like an (o c e a n) of uncertainty

through my window