Ramblings from East Rock

Got a chance to escape from my apartment this morning, and wrote a bit while enjoying nature.

The word forever,
always promised, never true;
save my love for you.

~*~

The stream in the wind,
waves forming without effort;
Birds fly overhead.

~*~

People go to work,
while I sit on this high rock;
To thine self be true.

~*~

Branches in the wind,
wave hello then say goodbye;
It is so still now.

~*~

The clouds promise rain,
a cold mist is in the air;
Where did the sun go?

~*~

Sun behind a cloud,
Shining through its foggy veil;
A hidden gemstone.

~*~

Weakness in my knees,
I wish she were here with me;
So I could be warm.

~*~

And now, time to stop being so whimsical and do some Rails work.... (sighs)