Gord

2024-10-21 09:30 pm

Chestnut, voices,
Gone are the old days,
Better choices,
Monochrome planes.

Upon canvas the mind paints, 
Scarlet the shade,
Far from water and rain.

Gone are the old days,
Fire took the farm. 

Childhood sweethearts, 
I could be wrong,
But fire looks good, to us all,
When it's on a smaller scale,
But on canvas or stage, 
Fire, has no proper place. 

Soon you'll see, things gone away,
I could be wrong, fire looks good,
When upon a crown and on a face.

Maybe one day you'll see these things,
Not the sullen, lonely greys.