Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Poem: Warm the skies

years have streamed down this hourglass
                my heart quiet, as I wait
in sorrow we row our boats
                through stages of life
on this journey through darkness
                putting identification notes of what we are
                and of what we will never allow ourselves to become
so many stories we could have drawn down
it’s the strangers at the bus stop, anxious to leave that place
curious as to where the last stop is
we always think there is going to be more time
                it’s all connected somehow
instead of moving forward,
we’re chasing ghosts in the back room
let’s leave behind what identified our past
for future holds new notes for us to write on
it’s the things that we’ve never done
which lay heavy as rocks in our minds
and the sin we are guilty of is to never try
never try to warm the skies
- instead we make it rain


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