Wednesday July 3 2011 A Stone/ dVersepoets

Sun set over Taos


After a hard day, the sun pulls the covers to his chin and snuggles in for a well deserved rest.


OpenLinkNight #3

Your Return

I am alone

The words have receded

There is no sound

It is empty

Where have all the thoughts gone

Will they sneak back in

One by one

Careful not to draw

Attention to themselves

When alone and empty

Have the thoughts all

Fallen through the cracks

Hide and seek

Just waiting to pounce

To surprise

Or just to quietly reappear

Like naughty school children

Like the cat

Who waits for his prey


No movement

Not even a whisker

I will wait

For your return.