Comments about Meghan
The Sun Ii
scauleded by the burning light of the sun,
covering charred pupils with my hands,
the flesh has disintegrated and now melted,
falls dripping in a puddle on the tile floor.
it's heated fury devouring all within it's reach
I used to long for the warm hello of the sun
but the warmth has turned to poison
and the hello is now my death sentence.
the numbing frost oh how I used to loathe,
I now long for the blasting cold.
a willow weeps in the glowing dawn
a baby moose and a placid fawn
have all slipped away into yesterday's gone
the sun once shone on dewey flowers
sparkling away in such pleasant hours
like dust in the wind
it's all lost again
but never will a creature forget
that when the sun sets