Saturday, April 16, 2011

Travelling The Day

I sit up in that sycamore tree
Earlier than dawn to later than dusk
I watch the first pastel colors wash the sky
And watch the first grains of time go drip drop

I watch the descent of the sun
Watch the enigmatic colors light up
Watch the diamonds make way on black felt
Cushioned in that velvet

Till end I stay and travel the day
But all is too enchanting for me to not stay
So I decide to spend the night away
And watch the transition again from dusk to day

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