Click

In that dark, cold place,
you left me.
I could not hear, anything.
Remember was plastered everywhere.
And I could not.
Today, the morning doves coo,
calling each other to spring,
Too soon, too soon,
in this dead of winter.
Spoken once and thought by many,
youth now, knowing
what they think best.
Age blows in the desert mixing
with the sullen
ashes of the scape
changing, choking.
I stand atop the bluff
See the waves glisten
in their flitting as they laugh.
For no one can stay
in one place.
The cold season
will never freeze
my frame again,
click..click..click

Raine Les 1/15/2010

No more drugs for that woman!!!

hahahah..thanks...merlot

welcome..enjoy it here..

(((Sadie))) Click on dear lady click on!

Frozen,,,stopped in its speeded race, this now 'still'.
Forever trapped within its frame, one true master of its game.
Take your pick, then click, click, click.. You got-it licked.....


Nikon,,,in the morning, Nikon late at night,
Nikon is the one to always give you light.....lol, wink.


A very COOL write young lady....