Solitary and dry.
Cracked-bitterness shifts high,
Sailing in the warmest winds,
That ever flew beneath the sky;
Thirsting long and deep to cry…
“Is the ending nigh”?
Loved, content, and lush.
Filled. Encompassed hush,
Is heard among the cooling winds,
Which flew across the mush,
Cooling beginnings in a gush,
Of blood-flowing rush.
K. Aldaya, 4/4/05
Picture: “On Top of the World” by Wusk on Deviant Art; http://wusk.deviantart.com/art/On-Top-of-the-World-58581979