Blue sunsets
Stone cottages
Off a road called heaven
On a hill called hell
Some angels look down
And smile through all the tears
Every one washing heaven and hell
Single question on every line
On every page
Three seeming to be tattooed on
Obscure through the down pour
Empty is the number eleven
Standing alone
Like two oak trees
In the fog at dawn
Faceless shadows
Wondering around
Cups in hand
Asking one question
Maybe someday soon
Blue sunsets over the horizon
One baby step to change
The distance between greater
A gap on the map so small
Yet unattainable
3 comments:
The more I read this, the more I love this one...and the title is so very blue...the perfect imagery, setting, and soul...definite keeper!
I, too, like travel imagery, especially roads being heaven and hills being hell. I'm a real fan of road themes and metaphors.
Thank you Anonymous and Neil for your comments.
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