The View

I can see the city from here.
Blue yarn weaving in and out of yellow,
still stretched across the loom.
It sits amid the ocean
that matches your jeans
and the pink mountains
with the lavender shadows.

And between the mountains
and where we sit,
there is a road
that twists around
in no particular direction.

To feel that freedom,
with only the wind
to command your hair.
To fly around the curves,
with the navy trees
blurring past us.
To end up on that beach,
with the sand
that matches your skin.
To escape the rigid lines of the metropolis,
on the road
that leads anywhere.

But today
we�ll return
to that rigid grey scene
poured beneath our feet,
and wait nervously
for tomorrow.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Wow. Beautifully written, great imagery. Almost like a painting.


Great Write,
Rayne

[An Ordinary Woman]

Very intricate and yet so light and airy, I agree with Jenny, it is an exceptional view. Wonderful imagery as i could see what you describe like it was a painting. This really is fascinating, I enjoyed it and thanks to Jenny too- she sent it to me...

[Jenny Davis]

I just happened by this piece and I must say it is exceptional...what imagery and imagination you must have to create such a well written piece....thank you for allowing me to see through your eyes :)