7.27.2011

The Dregs

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The solace of sunshine, the peace of rain
I would gather it up, into my silver cup
And drink deep, its secrets I would keep
Pouring like a golden tear, and hear
The last drip, drip, and so slack my grip
And leave the dregs last, in the cold glass
Leave the dregs there! for the brightening air
That breathes life to everyone
   is but the dregs of the sun.

1 comment:

  1. Sun and rain...mmm...juicy!

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