Friday, May 04, 2007


When I was younger
and clouds buzzed my head
I thought I was watching the world revolve
now that I’m older
I focus instead
on misty reminders of dreams dissolved.

Then I wonder which is bluer
the sky or I?
No failure could be truer
so why deny.

Each moment
is a fleeting chance
to garner some salvation
as latent
as the orbs that dance
beyond precipitation.


Anonymous said...

Hopefully the sky is bluer in real life...:(

Rax said...

an achingly beautiful write

rch said...

It's all good 8^D Shirley, thanks.

Hi rax, thank you very much.