Sunday, January 8, 2017


The clouds wavy in blue,
Sparkling bright in the sun,
But I don't have a clue
What it's like for this one,
This weightless self of mine
To bask in days so fine.

For I'm hidden in dark,
So far away from you;
I have sent you my mark,
But o my hope you blew
Away into the end,
Where my breathing can bend.

And tornadoes grasped me,
For the Fates don't agree
That you have let me be.

And so I am just gone.
I can only gaze now
At the bright smile of one
Who makes the icebergs thaw,
Casting forth a brightness
That I miss in sadness.
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