A ruby-red sun slips over a sapphire sky,
Tattered clouds gather to hide the death of day -
Thousands of dreams awaken, and the red eye
Closes its lid - Night holds sway.
- a poem I have no idea how to finish
~The Ship, a poem.
~Picture gallery. If you feel an inclination to take any, please email me at Adeens@aol.com.
~Poems from the Literary Magazine (1998-2002).
