Above the clouds– a place
where I have been,
Beyond the darkness
setting on my skin.
The shiny coins that mark
the midnight sky,
Can never know this joy I
hide within.
Beneath this limb of
earth whose hues regress,
Not fifty meters from the
sea’s caress
My only witness, pale and
plump, belies
A somber darkness draped
in breathlessness
The grass is silent,
swaying slow and sweet.
My heart is calm, a
constant, crying beat.
These lazy arms are
resting at my side,
Where heavy hands and wholesome
soil meet.
The distance veils a
dancing crimson, bright
To warn the flying men to
change their flight.
A tragedy it’d be if they
surprised,
My sleepy eyes, which
mingle with the night.
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