september 3 2005
against the cloudless pastel blue
a damp shroud - lifeless mist
rising sightless from the ground
blind grey eyes, cold searching fingers
and gone the happy sun
unwelcome, but not unfamiliar
words then always come unbeckoned
twisting, molding, leaving space
washed away in a torrent of sound
or forgotten in blessed sleep.
somewhere deep there are more
faint whispers just below hearing
in the shadows just beyond sight
lying in wait for another day
another cloudless pastel blue.
© 2005 Lance Gallup
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