I cannot lie to you
Your tender eyes
Beseeching
Sun setting as we
Walk through children
I cannot deceive you
When I answer your calls
Leaving the receiver
Dot dotting near
I cannot understand
Reasons for our uniting
But long I will not tarry
Tag: calls
Lonely Calls (day 230)
The cool coyote called
Late that night
As it made its way
Along the crest of the horizon
Scarcely lit by the large moon
Making its slow arched escape
Into another day
Alone the tree stood
Frozen in the season
Along the crest of the horizon
Calling out to the edge
Its cousins long gone to the chain
But a distant memory still remains
Never again, the stumps burned away