Of a song… for Sumi…

A song you heard
of gold
In the corners of worn,
mortared steps
It refracts white and
gray hues
Savors the ripeness of
black moonrise.

Our senses know how
anything so
utterly as wealth when
we lack it
Yet, we place the precious
yellow metal
in our pockets, in
the shadows of
our clothes.

But something more
precious is found
A hand in ones hair,
fingers caressing
the nape of a neck
Lips kissing the
corners of a mouth
Sunshine moving our
shadows closer.

The sky is clear, wind
dusts tired steps
Shadows bequeath us
passage, a truce
Its roses, the stones
of ruin.

Copyright © 02/11/2014 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®


4 comments on “Of a song… for Sumi…

  1. Oh my what a beautiful profound writing with images that’s alive and a voice of knowing the good in life – love it!

  2. rabirius says:

    I really like the poem, and the image.

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