Pink to gray
October 6, 2007
An unspoken ultimatum,
A final chance.
To rejection, desire succumbs.
Transition to irrelevance.
There can be no abandoning of this course.
It is well beyond the point of no return.
Tarnished and rust,
decaying to dust,
this once fertile source.
A smoldering pyre,
a perishing fire,
with nothing left to burn.
An end to a day.
The death of a dream.
Skies pink turn gray,
The wine now taste of kerosene.
November 1, 2007 at 1:38 am
Only through death will life be renewed. Only from ashes can the phoenix rise to the sun.
The soul will wither if it is never allowed to see the light of day. Let your soul join the child in play; and remember, the game is a mystery within a maze.
November 1, 2007 at 1:41 am
Pink and grey are the colors of early morning.