Somewhere
Between the shores
Of evergreen Everland
And the Isle of Roars,
I bob and stray
In the eventide of the storm,
Coasting and shifting,
Drifting into its beastly form.
Somewhere
Between the Everland groves
And the lava from
Growling volcano coves,
I wonder if I will
Sit on that green hill aloft,
Or end up in that flame...
...that grass looks sweet and soft...
...but that fire
Should put this storm to shame.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acrid-in-the-storm-between-the-shores/
