- Books, Literature, and Writing
OH my, how time...sighs?
Sigh the wind!!!!
Rain in the minds of cats, spats and little black fleas
A bird enters my mind by way of solitude of hunger and want
Gray skies littered by specks of glass fills the pockets of God
He shakes them to listen to the sounds of his children who skip his masses
preposterous penners pen their souls out as if to change the world with their thoughts
And all along no one listens to the silence.
A soft kiss of the sun on my forehead brings me to light
I see ... and yet I'm blinded by it.
Beauties that only children see in the unknown.
Endless questions fill my mind
with eyes closed and head tilted back
I take on its wonders
As adults do to every single shred of hope that knocks at the door.
But the sun...
While dark skies are filled of promise of sweet little shards of empty desire
and all the while
the bird flys