White mist, white sky, white ground. <br />Asyndetically I stand anonymously among the silence. <br />no one to the left, nor right. <br />This once fertile pasture is now a <br />shadow of its former self. <br /> <br />A silhuette forms in the distance and I tremble, <br />fear consumes you at a time like this. <br />The cold sweat on a warm face, <br />I love this adrenaline. <br /> <br />Negativly capable, I dont care for either argument. <br />If she never arrives it will be perfect? <br />because our lips never touch it is perfect. <br />because I never heard you sing I embrace it.<br /><br />Danny, James Archer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-not-an-ode/
