Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sight of Blue Skies
Watercolours, leaf stencil, and ink on cardboard.
"If the sight of blue skies
fills you with Joy, if a blade of grass
springing up in the fields has the
power to move you, if the simple
things in nature have a message
you understand, Rejoice for
your soul is ALIVE!"
Every day of November I get a little more scared Beauty that is cold and deadly, the snow winds signal chilling change Where have I become in this place And why aren't you here to hold my hand clenches "I was too cold to cry when I woke up alone" Dizzymaking one by one We all fall down shoot the gun Mosaic of loneliness watch me come undone Crying, fixated all over the place It's hard to remember what that felt like I would almost take a broken heart over this empty ache Tired frustrated don't want to comply give me anguish At least then I know I loved I felt alive Now I cling as the sun slips away between my fingers grasping eyelids I don't know how much I can take I don't know where to go Fill my gap? Wait...
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