The day breaks

The day breaks

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Ground Control

Down in
Part because it’s rained since the early morning
Rousing spiders from Mars
This is where it begins

The window in my room frames all its grey
Sky goodbyes seen through
Children eyes I’ve watched grow and I’m gone

Lost in yesterday’s vinyl

The photographs are packed
Tickets bought
Something new waiting on the other side

Here am I one last time
In the wind sluiced by the tides
Pushing me on wheels because

I won’t fly
That’s how I flow
Towards the divide

Of course I’ll cry
Now is just a flicker feather
Tickling your nose

Don’t worry nothing
Will ever be quite the same again

As good a reason as any
To go

I do believe

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