I am addicted to your spare landscape. <br />Each dropp of rain is distinct as a tear. <br />A lemon touch of old sun scores the mind. <br />Joy chafes our subtle thoughts into a flame. <br /> <br />Strong music would be hurtful to the mood. <br />A whisper has the power to cross seas. <br />I meet you on the dusk bridge of your choice. <br />Nothing is foreign to the color blue. <br /> <br />Time mixes metaphors in shades of smoke. <br />The palette pleases the discerning eye. <br />A shadow bird sings to the falling air. <br />That song goes with us to infinity. <br /> <br />Copyright, Sandra Fowler,2008<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/duskscape/
