Mountains of greens pale Blues
with trees Charmed with songs of birds drifting through the thin air
and dozens of Hearts dwindling in the trees like fermented fruit
basking in the sun waiting to be eaten
by the stained teeth of love in turmoil
and the jittery feeling of love
and time-released daylight
all Fade Into Darkness
with a Ring of silence
and racing thoughts
" alcohol poisoning"
/I wrote this when i was 17 years old/
.......... A. E. Dayton ...........
[ I like how the title make you come down at the end it puts the spin on things]