Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
At the edge of sun soaked cliffs, I find you,
soul worn, standing in patent leather shoes.
Snow melts under the weight of orange rays.
There is a tomorrow waiting here for me.
But it does not remember you.
Home grown ideologies double as wool coats,
warming my heart and mind as I wait for the moor.
You become shadows upon leaves.
In the end, when clouds hit the moon,
you will be gone, disappeared from this place
where Earth and sky meet.
You will then exist on the edge of yesterday’s dreams.