With fingers firmly grasped Upon the sleek wooden grain Their grip tightens. Swing after swing, They Carve into the arid earth Quietly washing the dirt wake aside. Sodden with sweat The desert glistens. But, Cracks protrude, Funneling the drops Of lustrous heroism Through canyons of age. Worn well, but weary The hours of grit and grime Remain nameless. With only one record kept On a single organ playing a Constant tune ————————————- In the last of the fleeting light The crew was left to work In the uneasy silence Of the closing coverage Brought by the night’s blind. Off to the left, All eyes shifted To the sight of the orange wave Crashing upon the sea of green and breaking against the black Surface of peace Nightfall typically blankets the heat Tucked in by the sav...
The piercing pitch Struck the air Breaking The still silence of The Hot summer afternoon affair Woken from her sunny slumber She fumbled for the phone Grasping it close To one ear Unable to hold on Or Push through the fear The voice became distant, mute Clanging to the ground With tears trailing In quick pursuit All she could do was stumble through One last, and final, A simple, I love you. Till death do us part They had whispered As vows eagerly escaped Their anxious lips A promise made true But both still too young To have it follow through The encroaching Amber waves Licked the steep hillside Lapping up the last Of the safe spot That the grassy wake Did provide With eyes closed He mouthed hushed Goodbyes ...