Enigma…At Dawn
Light began slowly,
following a war
fought at night.
Glaze of red
and yellow to gold
rising
from the far east
toward home.
I touched them,
each one
in their silence.
I cried
as I listened
to the distant sound
of steel birds
coming
to gather them,
and take them home.
©Caliber/RC
6/22/04cy
View My Guestbook
Sign My Guestbook
Webmaster: Thurman P. Woodfork
