Martas poems for Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I remember dawn lighting up the glass and soft colors drawing on the wall the magic we had felt the night before. There was a trail of kisses through the sand to the shore where filled with passion we had laid, and I felt your hand still holding mine, as if we were connected... as if we were one, as if there were no yesterdays, no tomorrows, no time. Sign in to see full entry.

Not night yet, but no longer day... the essence of the sun lingers in a multi-color ray that tints the clouds that sit on the horizon line, like amazing cotton mountains from another place, another time. I love this hour of in-between light and dark when I wait patiently for the appearance of my favorite star... Its my moment to be sad... without asking myself why, to just because, smile, or if I am lucky, to remember what I wanted to forget and sigh Sundown is when I feel sorry for those ghosts... Sign in to see full entry.