16 May 2008

Utopia

As I walk,
I noticed people.

There were children,
there were also parents,
and grandparents laughing.

The sky is amber,
the clouds are silken stretched.
Glimmering in orange and blue hues,
a place I don't want to leave until it sets from the horizon.

drifting in the midst,
was amber air,
with it's unforgiving stench.

I smiled in pain.