Friday, July 15, 2011

Fennigan's Rainbow

Sitting low on broken winds,
Clouds fill rolling tear swells,
Darkness falls as rain descends,
Lighting crashes thunderous tales,


At the stark of night and dark of light,
Swimming in warm colored faux ecstasy,
Precious voices whisper delightful insight,
In simple songs of ravaged majastry.

Fennigans rainbow lies within days,
Between ripped and broken,
Ending on the hope of new waves,
A rainbow shared thus spoken.

Fennigan T 7/19/11

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