Clouds Fall Away
I thought I saw clouds forming,
From deep within your eyes,
I thought I saw pain and suffering,
That you couldn't quite disguise.
I thought I saw a ray of light,
That streaked across the blue,
I thought I saw a bit of hope,
That came blazing eagerly through,
I thought I saw a glimmer of peace,
Where before there'd only been pain,
I thought I saw a sweet release,
Instead of memories as dark as a stain,
I'll hold your hand, and wipe the tears,
And keep you in my heart.
I promise you it's safe in there,
And every day is a fresh new start.
Just a little spot where I can share my gently formed words. Maybe sometimes a bit of poetry, other times just orphaned words strung together. And another day - maybe a short story or two. I'm so glad you've come to visit - please grab a cup of coffee and enjoy.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Skyscape
Skyscape
The skyscape today is purely a haze,
Which matches my mood, kind of a daze,
I decide right then it's one of those days,
When I want to curl up and read a book.
Because that sky outside is a pewter grey,
And I love that lovely mysterious way,
That the clouds reach up and seem to say,
"We're all in this together."
Not a hint of blue, but an overshadowing fog,
Which for once - happily - isn't just smog,
And outside my window is my neightbor's dog,
who I swear can smile.
Sweet, sweet sky with your sheltered sun,
The streaking sky, like smoke from a gun,
Your glorious beauty never fails to stun,
And everything seems to be okay.
The skyscape today is purely a haze,
Which matches my mood, kind of a daze,
I decide right then it's one of those days,
When I want to curl up and read a book.
Because that sky outside is a pewter grey,
And I love that lovely mysterious way,
That the clouds reach up and seem to say,
"We're all in this together."
Not a hint of blue, but an overshadowing fog,
Which for once - happily - isn't just smog,
And outside my window is my neightbor's dog,
who I swear can smile.
Sweet, sweet sky with your sheltered sun,
The streaking sky, like smoke from a gun,
Your glorious beauty never fails to stun,
And everything seems to be okay.
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