Golden September Sunset


We miss the turn, end up in an indigo dreamscape,

are fascinated by the warm belly of storm clouds before

watching the fire dance w/

the northern lights.   A golden September

sunset enhanced by cirrus clouds painted above chasing

after the silent escape of summer in this

the blur of our lives.   Wet from warm


rain we lose ourselves in each other as consciousness

expands, the yellow mountain flower is pressed between pages,

time loses its velocity and we await the night’s first quivering star.


3:33P - 9.08.05