Soft blue gray reflections
hovering inverted in my mind.
Struck by the noise of fools,
were deaths distance to be so kind.
Reports of lonely shooters
ring the horizons walls .
Doves question their identities,
little dragons search and call.
Some where my heart is running,
to quicken back to me.
Longing now to see her,
across the blue grey sea.
-Tim Perkins ~ October, 2009
This was written while my gal jogged a lap and poetry seemed my best pastime.
were deaths distance to be so kind.
Reports of lonely shooters
ring the horizons walls .
Doves question their identities,
little dragons search and call.
Some where my heart is running,
to quicken back to me.
Longing now to see her,
across the blue grey sea.
-Tim Perkins ~ October, 2009
This was written while my gal jogged a lap and poetry seemed my best pastime.
Anyone want to guess what I saw, and heard, and felt?
