Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-05-26 12:25:00

To Apollo

You promised me sunshine
and with broken, frostbit hands
I prayed a thousand poems to you

Of the old style,
as those who breathed your
sand, your sun,
would carve into their hearts.

It is still raining,
so it seems neither of us
are able to keep the bargain.