beacons of just trickled across the waters of
unrest
as eyes fluttered with contemplation of
wakefulness
searing from the fire
of one hundred eyes
ready with arms
parading to perfect pyre
decades of char rose to dusk
seizing from holy hands
lusting for the must
better to find cold
better kind to behold
a letter to her mind
shatters sinful summer gold
and she waits...
under the limbs of her family tree
falling heaves pelt her cheeks
in song
in sorrow
in solace
in a sty staining the style
of life
�Ellee 2001
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