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Twilight paints the sky With colors that never last, Just more borrowed light.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Poets
Morning rain rolls in, Quiet as my Father’s hands Packing before dawn.
Finger flicks away The rogue: lash upon your cheek, Setting wishes free
A lone red balloon Flying far above small hands, Lost, yet somehow found
Stars fall, the night speaks. Wishes shed like autumn leaves. Grounded dreams take flight
They’ve all gone to seed. Death to the dandelion Is Life to your dreams
Bullets rip blue sky, Clouds torn asunder - thunder, See the sea of red —————————— •
Branch kisses the sky, Bough bows to the clouds’ caress Above, but rooted.
Kite string held in hand, Slips through fingers, laughter fades: Innocence unmoored.
Only the mind can Con(sieve) the cloudless azure And choose rain instead
Sun slips into sea, Burnished gold melts into waves, Day dances with night
Giants in the sky, Cut the clouds with whispered trails — Paths we’ll never take.
