Sky-eyes (XII)...or…Sky-eyes wears old grandma underwear.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She’s slowly dropping her dreams over me, melting sun setting.
These softening fiery eyes of hers are where the earth meets the sky.
Down riding exploding ocean, pink, yellow, and red paint spill across blue feathering white.
Now moonlight.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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