Impression, Sunrise
Anonymous She walks over the stained-glass horizon— An invisible line few can cross I want to speak with her —Have a conversation-- On our isolated walk together Bounded by sunrise Terse words Trimmed shorter by The frosted glass screen Erected by the sun Terse words Bound together by Iron cufflinks Forged by Hephaestus I hesitate in chance But I’ve forgotten I can’t speak “I can’t talk to her” The colors steal A glimpse of pride And replace orchestrated hope With subtle defeat And she fades behind that invisible line (Slowly now) And I wonder if I’ll ever walk by her side |