Space and light bends around me
looming forward ever farther carefree
my mind evaporating into the sands of time
through the waves in the eyes of the divine
upon a distant tide my soul resides
waiting for that hopeful cry
ever so grand, Tis my folly
waiting in this grand lobby
dirt upon an empty hill
one million crows circle in for the kill
a song of souls of space and rats
In tears my flesh through these empty flats
through the lands within my dreams
does my spirit reside in the desert leaves
upon a mountain I know call home
a silent ringing on a telephone
the voice from way up high
airline food in the skies
to what secrets do the demon lie
Offline)
Comments1
Brilliant!
'dirt upon an empty hill
one million crows circle in for the kill'
'upon a mountain I know call home
a silent ringing on a telephone'
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.