The crepe white sky grew deathly grey between the pillars of a day
that stood in tall unspoken spires, to reach the unfulfilled desires
that crept across it’s early skies, before dawn’s melting crimson dries
like ink upon a manuscript that wrote down words which slowly dripped
sweet sentences upon the air, the poems of life that can compare
each moment hatched from happiness, the kind you dream but never guess
one day will come to make you smile, to touch your heart once in a while
and laugh with you upon the air, those wondrous feelings that you share.
Blue sky bright streams meander dreams through flowing tattered leaf lit seams
of shadow dancing sun dressed shores, that grieve as Autumn’s glory dies
into a glacial compromise, of weary diamante cold
refrigerated Summer’s gold, a slumbering reflective shawl
wrapped tightly round the Spring’s soft call,like ghostly knotted mist web lace
that wraps around tomorrow’s face, disguising all those complex songs
each facet of life’s rights and wrongs,those signatures of yesterdays
that sign so many different ways as there are hopes in nights and days.
The metronome ticked slowly home, before the sunset’s blue and chrome
shone vaguely for a final time, the farewell
of a rhyme
that took me oh so far away, between the pages of a day
that swept the shore of once before, like some age old unwritten law
that taught me how to read and write, without the need of second sight
without the need to scribble down the time I saw the sun go down,
and vaguely in the afterglow, before the pale night breezes blow
I knew the thing I really miss, your silent silken windblown kiss...