Posted by BlkPnthr on November 12, 1998 at 16:28:29:
Waves of the ocean,
lapping crimson fields,
stretching to the horizon,
a single stream,
breaking solitare,
sending ripples across the sky,
till hints of age,
dust the field,
and weather makes them old,
falling to the ground,
emitting darkness, covers all,
till crimson fields,
rush to the billowing sea.