tirsdag 27. august 2013

beneath a yellow sky

 

How can I forget the look in your eye? 
As you in pain ridden silence, 
watched the seraphim’s dance in a yellow sky. 

What can I say to ease the burdens you bare? 
And how can I truly convince you that I care? 
Yet, still in silence… you stare beneath a yellow sky so fair.
                                                   J. Allen Wilson