So much to say
So much I can't say to you
Ominous black clouds fly on high
A tin roof glints with pallid light
Animals constantly sigh
And owls sing loudly, mournfully.
I saw you, resting your weight on one foot
Gazing around the strange environment
“Shall I fly off now” you thought
“Or stay a while longer? ”
He came in colors of beginnings and hope
He wore the colors like a name,
but what are the colors of fame?
He colored with friendship as a golden rope.
Started writing 2008.