Saturday, October 18, 2008

Shadow Shot Sunday

Stay My Friend

You are a late sun.
The afternoon wains through my window,
I catch your meaning on my wall.
Be quick, as I am fleeting
my message is fast passing 'way.
My winter's dressage, you will soon be wary,
as the warmth you so long for,
is a mere game of guessing...
you are getting warmer...you are getting colder...
but I am not fond of games.
This quiet creature
has not the affection for your riddles...
raw, cold and dull they become.
Do not seek to become overzealous,
I am not your foil.
I will seek the sea and salt-scented breezes
to calm my warm-blooded heart.
This is not my cage, but my longing...
I long for my true sun...
always.
SSS is here, how fast the days pass as winter approaches. Go to Hey,Harriet and check out the shadows, we have some really fun people joining in, won't you try.