Unaware of the firing motion
The moon reflects in her glazing eyes
Solitary motion distills the summer days
Transparent figures move in the burning sunrise
Subtle movement in the deep blue haze
The moon rejects to her suprise
The summer days begin to hussle
Memories twinkle upon the next phase
Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burnt-orange-sunrise/
