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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