May 24, 2011
Red Shapes Tinges of green, Stitches of black, Eyes aglaze, Sighting the slack. Light brown leather, Dark grey tweed, Open mouths, Revealing guarding teeth. Both now grey, Both now blue, Fields of green, As red shapes flew. Turn around, Stood behind, A shaped silhouette, and iris you'll find. White keys played, Heard over pines, Next to you, Melody flies. Both now grey, Both now blue, Fields of green, As red shapes flew. Breath to breath, The snow between melts, Settling around, Delicate as eggshell. In beginnings Not all was seen, A hidden leaf, A fallen tree. But through these now, The truth is real, Both now grey, Both now blue, Fields of green, As red shapes flew.