Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Colorado Rockies

Darkness scales the heights.

Swordpoints of sunlight cut the sky.

Ever so slowly dusk bleeds stars

over the pyramids of night.

There is nothing to say.

We pitch the tent and light the stove.

Cooking food is a stranger here,

embraced lovingly and devoured.

We eat & couple & retire.

Moonless dreams and nightmares

circle  the cocoon.

We are mummies here,

every night lying quiet

for ten thousand years.

E. A. Costa  March 18, 2014

1 comment:

the ninja said...

great stuff eugene