i live for the moment
when the sky gathers
my broken body
tenderly within its gentle embrace
when ebony clouds entwine
with shining, radiant stars
and paint their quiet love
across the heavens
when the night-bird's cries
echoing endlessly along
the blurry horizon
fall silent for a breath
when, for a moment,
i belong to nothing
but the birds, the stars, the clouds,
and the sky
hope is a thing with feathers, you say.
i met it, once.
it's repulsive.
grotesque.
hideous.
it sings too, apparently.
cawing loudly,
off-key,
at 3 o'clock in the morning.
stupid little trees
speak to me
through their whispering leaves
they seem to grieve.
stupid little clouds
cry so damn loud
through snow and rain
I’ve been told,
That I have a gift for words,
Here lie the depressing thoughts,
I keep hiding in my metaphors
so no one guesses they're mine.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.