Falling

the sun melted

dissolved by the sky

dripped sodden yellow gold

on the leaves



the sky

jealous of this sudden transfer

of wealth poured down

sheets of scorn

music

a steady beat



scattered gold

lies beaten on the ground

slowly rotting in puddles

The same sort of spirits

TODAY, I dedicate this blog to the conversation of two creative minds, to the love of art and each other, and (most of all) to life.*