Late
Such is life.
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
-Jackson Browne, “Late For the Sky”
by Andrew Hersey
Vibrant colors in a dark field. Brilliant together with her eyes being the cohesive link. She stares right through me. The questions is, “Does what she see question her curiosity or mine?”
Comment by Laura Bryant — Monday, 17 December, 2007 @ 8:40 am