Reminiscence
Reminiscence
comfortable shadows
disturbed, eaten
by cold, accusing flourescent light
far from guitar-strummed,
lamp-lit silence
how I miss the evening quiet
of foreign mountains,
like fingers reaching up to touch
the face of a star-strewn sky
--------------------
I miss the Alps.
comfortable shadows
disturbed, eaten
by cold, accusing flourescent light
far from guitar-strummed,
lamp-lit silence
how I miss the evening quiet
of foreign mountains,
like fingers reaching up to touch
the face of a star-strewn sky
--------------------
I miss the Alps.
posted by lute_of_jubal at 11:42 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home