Ash cascading, fading, onto highway <br />Floors <br />Unswept. Unwashed dishes dusted with <br />Roasted vows <br />Spoken coldly, unsmiling. <br />I smiled at the sun, clouds, <br />Forever sails. <br /> <br />Do you love, honor, and promise to blemish... <br />Will you take this woman...make her old. <br />Will you hold her...every 3 months. <br />Will you turn her laughter to tears...then hatred. <br /> <br />I curl silver light through fingers that once <br />Curled hair. <br />I look through silvered eyes of age, that once <br />Were green with life. <br /> <br />300 days and nights <br />Have married the <br />Vows of divorce.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/300-days-and-nights/
