A view from my window

[gurdymonkey]

To the east, the hills
Glow golden in the sunset,
Roof tiles gleam like gems.
What lies beyond lambent slopes
In places where she is not?

Comments

[gcmadtown81.livejournal.com]

Wanton heart does yearn
to cross those hills near you,
like a wing-ed beast.
Back to work, one must recall,
so sleeves may wind in dance.

[gurdymonkey.livejournal.com]

Your count is off, sweetheart. Lines 2 and 5.

[gcmadtown81.livejournal.com]

I'm rusty, so sue me. :oD