north county countryside
burning slowly
ochre, vermillion, rusting
time is no friend
hear
now
sunlight without end
leaves underfoot
streams of dust
clay scooped out by my hand
we kissed
dancing by the west brook
that evening
her smile so warm
her laugh so rich
her eyes promises
now broken
someday it would end
i knew --
time is no friend
today the sunlight
tomorrow, dusk
i say i'm not alive
but no one understands
a body breathes still
i am me
i've been told; maybe so,
but missing a part
close to the heart
all i love now
is to lie in the sunlight till dark
time is no friend.

 - "countryside," connelly barnes 2008-05-07