the sun
dusts the horizon
pink, gold, lavender
a single star
lingers uncertain
whether to stay
the moon
slips
below the horizon
taillights stay
firmly on the right side
of the road
I sleep
in the middle
of our queen sized bed
the median
04 Dec 2013 5 Comments
in poetry Tags: alone, leaving, morning
whimsy~mimsy 
Dec 04, 2013 @ 14:42:15
For reasons unknown, I want the narrator to cross the median. Get out of that lonely place, even if it’s into oncoming traffic. This provoked my thoughts.
Dec 04, 2013 @ 15:30:20
Absolutely beautiful.
Dec 05, 2013 @ 00:57:52
thank you 🙂
Dec 06, 2013 @ 03:23:12
I like that image of a lingering star, pondering possibilities and pointing us to our own star-like qualities. Thanks.
Dec 11, 2013 @ 23:36:00
Beautiful.