If I Were A Shepherd

September 21, 2009

If I were a shepherd
The fire would be a warning
Days sinking into warm green grass
Sunlight molten lava
Etching brand lines on my skin
Turning sleepy sorrow into
Lazy moments dappled beneath trees
Seething with marigold madness
Til moistened with dew-like longing
And memories of yesterdays
We would burn again under another sun.

All this arid searching,
This drying-up of words.

Written 8 Feb 08 – ER


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