| there i sat in solice watching summer die stroking the grass with my feet letting the wind seep through my hair eyes raised to the melted green sky my head throbbed with the aching pulse of light grass caressing my naked toes sun fell through the horizon in a pool of flames yeilding an endless flood of black beads of silver hung quivering in the darkness and the grass grew cold against me grasping for a trace of silver my hands stroked the inky void summer faded into her perenial death and i was left alone again. |