Did you walk here once,
on these cobblestones?
Did you stand in this place
and see the halo of damp sun
collected at the edges of
ivory Apollo's form?
I wonder if you saw a dog,
thirsty for a river,
in a puddle of shade
or heard the birds
before they flew away.
Did you drink in the warmth
under the lemon trees?
Were you here, eating fruit,
the warm juice dripping
down your chin?
I wonder where you were
when the sky fell down
and if you knew
that after the black
there would never be
any more
light.
I actually meant to put this in the dramatic poetry section. Actually, I'm not sure it belongs there either. I've never had to categorize my poems before so I'm not really sure what they are. Please move it if appropriate, since I can't find a delete button.
