Poetry

Sedona Red

Everything in life and life itself
Is stolen from the dark and cold
You were everything for a day
That began at sunset and solstice
We should want to be born again
And carried in other bodies new
As morning and warm as blood
We should want each day more
Than the last savoring of rain
But instead red rocks and sun
And all that is gone are the dream
We keep chasing as midnight
Marches on and we fall into sleep

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