Across The Bar
At a certain time of afternoon,
The sun spills across the tops of the mountains
peeking out beneath a layer of cool woolen clouds,
Bathing lucky in souls in rapt light
Turning the ordinary into gold
And each of us – briefly –
into Midas.
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April 29, 2013 at 9:10 pm
slpmartin
What a wonderful scene you create..a vivid image indeed.
April 30, 2013 at 3:27 am
crazygoangirl
Speechless!! So so eloquent! Those last 3 lines are magical 🙂