golden shades of hue

golden shades of hue poem by steven james humphreys

golden shades of hue

nothing we do is left

watching shadows sift through

heads, walls and doors from you

these golden shades of hue

deceased thoughts

feeling blue

turned pages

changing flowered cages

running red under

doorway graveled gateways

in great rolling fog

soundings of thunder

in this age we travelled

we, the dearest of friends

in grass we’re under.

 

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