Man on the Roof
Gliding through the woodland trees
Blurred by the milky sunlight
I chase a figure that flickers and darts
Around the winding trail
He leads me to a house with an
Orange-red roof and pale windows
I almost think I’ve lost him but
Then I see him standing there by the chimney
On that orange-red roof
Smiling before the fiery sun
I look up at him and think that
He wants me to follow.
-Christopher
Friday, August 19, 2011
Stories from a Night of Dreams: Day 1
Presented to you by Christopher
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3 comments:
Not bad, m'man, not bad at all!
orange is my favourite color!
and this is my most favourite poem of yours.
I've been in such a poetry mood lately. I love this.
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