I.

When all is silent
clouds streak
one goose flies alone.
Amber with us.
Speak to me.
Is her innocence returning or fading away?
Continue searching for a muse –
Charcoal angel wings barred from view.
Hers are pyrite, leafed, shredded.

-Karen Marie L.
7/18/2001

~ by Karen L. on July 5, 2015.