RomeoAGoGo
03/19/07, 03:35 AM
The oak trees are layered
in curtains of yellow and red.
The stoplight before the bridge
keeps us patient till we travel
across the bubbling roar.
The fragrance floats
downstream,
streaming parallel
along the river.
This aroma has always taken over,
drowning out the thunder below.
Her perfume drifts through dashboard
memories while my eyes are stuck
to the pavement and ashen lines.
in curtains of yellow and red.
The stoplight before the bridge
keeps us patient till we travel
across the bubbling roar.
The fragrance floats
downstream,
streaming parallel
along the river.
This aroma has always taken over,
drowning out the thunder below.
Her perfume drifts through dashboard
memories while my eyes are stuck
to the pavement and ashen lines.