Literature
Today
The stars have fallen there last today,
No more bubbles of graphite and words of rain.
Wishes now on birds are made,
in hopes that work might give aspirations wings.
A young girl I know turned thirteen today,
water now flows to different rivers, into stranger seas.
I saw an angel on the subway today,
she sings as though no-one can hear.
Her wings are hidden during the day,
but I find white feathers floating near.
Nightfall is the Autumn of a day,
with the same colors of sunset
I watch webs of emotions spun on spring days
and see them all ensnare the same flowers.
Eros is a cunning spider weaving tangled traps
Sport is it to