Subject : embers

Posted Date: : Aug 17, 2008 10:19 PM

Break bright colors across my real face

Rush fabric and wind

Taunt, lure, and seduce my drive

Moors of a dead enemy fade

Lights dim our faint sound

Approach my music

Ricocheted stone

Greasy rain plucks my air and earth with embers of ancient age.

You breathe my wine