Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Bend

Where the shore turns,
where waters shift...

Trees trap golden spray
of spring days
on coat of leaves

Tender gestures lose themselves
in shrouds of shade and 
river's sigh

Take my hand, Euno√ę, 
and set a sunflower in 
your heaven of dark hair

where the shore turns,
where waters shift.

2 comments:

Beysshoes said...

I love this poetry. I love the stark simplicity of it all.

"Tender gestures lose themselves..."

xox Sarai

Beysshoes said...

If you lost the "And" and left it ... "Mend me." Perfect.