Within the circumference of circumstance <br />We conjure up thoughts-once and again <br />In muted tones of caution <br />Of less IS more; <br />Wafting through this moment <br />Are jagged impressions left <br />Of a once pristine pure second <br />Where hand in hand we walked <br />A ribbon of a highway <br />Together-totally immersed <br />In effluent passion-simply oozing; <br />Upon a journey, so sure Golden; <br />Off our guard-ambushed <br />By the copper tendrils, laying in wait <br />Portents of a Paisley Sky <br />And a victim filled fate;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warning-43/
