[today]Jul 27th, 2006 1:42:38 am - Subscribe

sky's on fire; awash with
crimson and marigold

a beautiful picture -
from the window, inspiration strikes

gathering pencil, paint and easel
aiming
to capture the sun

the air is warm and still
barefoot, she runs
into the street;
enraptured by the sky

without thinking, onto the road
without looking

headlights -
sound breaks the barrier -
one moment, clear as glass

a sunset,
the world's requiem

a street awash in crimson
reflects the marigold sky

the sun
captured in blood

the light fades,
a silent song.

[I am]a little bit scared of myself.