Sunday, April 10, 2011

Morning Blues

Blue
To put the memories in the box.

Blue and white wispy swirls held against the rays.

No matter where you end up lost,
The sky will always look the same.

Unfamiliar place, filled with the same familiar sky.

Lightening bolt snaps vital life,
Shivering thunder to move the ground beneath this shelter.

But I have slept through it all,
Now, I hear nothing but the rain..

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