September drabbles - 7
Sun glistens, Dripping scents of honey On whispering waves. Man’s not listening Buries his head and money In the sand. Morning scatters Bread on the evening waters Healing the land. … Sun glistened Shone in the black reflection Of the waves. Man listened Only to safe deflection Of her rage. Earth bleeding Hiding her sores underneath Till they blotted the page. … Earth like a bride sorely wounded Bleeding her lifeblood, the newly Devoted, devouring her beauty Rescuing roamers who knew she Would cry late-lamented, and blue sea Awakes from the gray. … Sun glistens Man learning to listen Life and hope remain.