The Crimson Sun

The crimson sun has lost his way
Beyond the oceans blue and grey
In green hope he has found
A new life upon the ground

I watch you drip so slowly
I wish you would never dry
Catch a moments gesture
Hold the tears from your eyes

You can hold for all time
Five forms and nothing more
Each in essense secrets casting
Unlock the silent door

I must find myself to loose myself
In the chaos of loosing and finding
Acrylic surface hides our soul
Wooden birth and painted whole

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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