untitled #267

jfs5-10-10

He drifts among the crowd.
Listening to all kinds of interesting stories.
Steps out for a smoke. Long sip of his drink.
Starts to think.
Moonlight illuminating gentle fog on the lake.
What a mess she's made.
Sweet songs of nature in the midnight hour.
Feeling a gold embrace.
An aura surrounds a troubled mind.
Thinks he'll fly.
Only to come crashing down.
Reality pulling from the ground.
Inside the numbers have dwindled.
And she's sitting by the fire.
Eyes so wild.
They escape.
What a difference 3 years can make.
Sins buried under sands of time.
Reconciliation in the twilight hours.