Missing You
My toes are in the bright blue earth,
my head in the ochre sky.
The wind is wet with sorrowful mirth,
and the dry river rushes by.
The crickets lift their heads in song,
while mountain goats are laying eggs
near willows thick and strong,
in which robins rest their tired legs.
There's a scent of laughter on the air
I've followed all this time,
but what I'd hoped to find out there
has fallen into grime.
Without you in this world we made
the sense just seems to fail and fade.
Note: This is my attempt at a sonnet and not the kind of thing I usually do; not exactly right but I like the sound of it anyway. I promise not to make any more promises about what I'll post and when. It'll happen when I get around to it. More OSI
here.