Saturday, February 12, 2011

To Stay Or Flee

The sun low in the sky
Appears captive by white clouds,
And the mountains, hazy blue,
Clothed as if in shrouds.
The evening air turns cooler
And I shiver a bit inside.
Hard to believe, feeling this calm,
That earlier today I cried.
The horizon is a painting--
Pastels of orange and blue.
My heart beats out an answer--
The truth of me and you.
For now, it is only me and
This fantastic thing called sun...
Yet something still inside me
Whispers I should run
Back to the place I know--
My warm seaside hometown,
Yet fate has other plans,
And it is here I shall abound.
So wipe away that tear.
Hold my head up high.
Surrounded by love, I am,
Like the sun low in the sky. 

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