01-04-2014, 12:58 AM
Revised (thank you Tek, Just Cloudy, ellajam, Billy, 71d, Milo!)
I shed my fragile skin
across sharp stones
along the sand.
Devoted soldier,
weeping for fading
scars of battle,
I soothe them
in the salty sea.
On the shore a man
searches for colors of
the world and motions
me to see shades of peony
and purple.
I cast my eyes toward the horizon,
submissive as the sunset.
Original
In the chill of winter
I shed my fragile skin
dry as late autumn leaves
it slides like a reptile against
a stone.
Devoted soldier,
I soothe my limbs in the
salty sea;
Weeping for receding bruises,
tokens of my battle.
On the shore a man
searches for colors of
the world and motions
me to see shades of peony
and russet at the horizon.
I cast my eyes toward the sunset,
submissive as the sea.
I shed my fragile skin
across sharp stones
along the sand.
Devoted soldier,
weeping for fading
scars of battle,
I soothe them
in the salty sea.
On the shore a man
searches for colors of
the world and motions
me to see shades of peony
and purple.
I cast my eyes toward the horizon,
submissive as the sunset.
Original
In the chill of winter
I shed my fragile skin
dry as late autumn leaves
it slides like a reptile against
a stone.
Devoted soldier,
I soothe my limbs in the
salty sea;
Weeping for receding bruises,
tokens of my battle.
On the shore a man
searches for colors of
the world and motions
me to see shades of peony
and russet at the horizon.
I cast my eyes toward the sunset,
submissive as the sea.