bittersweet

[ellyssian]

Bittersweet
July 2, 2005

Like the full moon,
the music of the ghost pipes
commands tides of the soul;
Pulling and dreaming on the heart
where it is felt and not heard.

Boundaries between worlds
wander in thought,
their ways left in disarray;
Through sparkling sun and flickering green filters
the road lies open.

And the traveler,
weary of their journey,
wonders what may be;
Whether to remain as they are
or seek greater things unknown.

And with a whisper
they fade with the sun
behind a cloud;
Leaving behind them a cool breeze
that caresses the leaves.

Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren