Tuesday, August 08, 2006



when the rains came, you sailed away.
the sky extended pale and gray
toward a vacant unspoken place,
the knowing shadows of your face
fallen long across the day.

the wind and water in their play
built up a house beside the bay,
an open room of calm and grace,
when the rains came.

here on the empty shore i stay,
here where the palm leaves knock and sway
in the pale dawn light fine as lace.
and you are gone without a trace,
a breath flown on the blowing spray
when the rains came.


Pris said...

I admire anyone who can write in this form, not to mention a good one, and this one is good!

Lyle Daggett said...

Thanks, Pris.