Poetry — I am a time of day
I am a time of day
that stood still despite the fray
washed out pinks and blooming violets
Tickling tree lines smiling saying oh let’s
spin adrift the stars
and slurp up moonshine like the arts
a heaving museum piece becomes the sky
slaughtering negativity where those thoughts do lie
the sun drops anchor into the mirror sea
and wishes disperse like thousands of bees
I am a single crash of cymbals
sounds that collide and dissolve into mumbles
screams and shouts that outlast a sunset
crying with needs that aren’t met
yet on glossy steeds of hope
my soul knows it will be able to cope
and wait until the clock strikes love
when the clouds disperse above
