Beauty touch the sky
Black malignant eyes looking up from the dark
Perpetual night and silent screams
Wishing I was invisible
And feeling strangely remote
Grinning through the agony
Vogue premonition
Of better things to come
Trembling memories
Happy times in a nightmare of despair
Foreknowledge that time will heal everything
And the sun will rise in the morning
As one intrusion walks out the door
A voice quiet and deep
A calmness of reality
The cloud people look down
And an angel will touch me with her wing
As the wind screams
A flower fights its way out of the ground
Letting its beauty touch the sky
4 comments:
uh huh
Is that bad?
no no not at all...very relaxing and tranquil
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