Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Gazed and Bemused

A crimson fire crowns the crest
of rolling hills in search of rest
for soon a quilt of stars will be unfurled
while billions and billions of miles away
a kindred spirit from yesterday
stared in mutual wonder at our world.

1 comment:

ozymandiaz said...

Dude, I have been reading your poetry for some time now and fail to see what is so average about it.