Saturday, 4 June 2011

Empty Skies

Lightning flashes. Sparks.
Near misses.
While darkness awaits.
Streams flow the cheeks.
When is the next epiphany?
I can cross my legs now.
Right over left - at the knees.
While the dreams fade grey.
Still the mind reminds me.
I am healing.
It is temporary.
Although stopped in my tracks.
Told to sit down. Shut down.
Here I squander.
When the new day breaks.
Will the dreams ignite those empty skies?

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